My bones flex and bend.
Fuse building up to the end.
I'm still reeling and my brittle bones are cracked but healing.
What's that sounds they stopped the shelling.
I know what's coming but I'm not telling.
Claw my way up through the earth to my rebirth.
It's still happening.
Their guns keep clapping.
Terra Firma beneath my toes.
Smoking, black, scorched oil fills my nose.
