I stand alone in a white abyss. The very place where my soul was snatched from. Forced into this world like no other. I bury my hands into the ground. Grabbing my roots. Twisting and pulling. They too are forced out from home. Snapped and stacked. I built my own demise. The zippo lighter sparks and is thrown on top. Roots set on fire. I pranced and danced around them. The blaze dies and ashes settle.
NMMI cadet of 6 years and 2lt in the United States Army.