If I called before the end, would you come?

The bombs are falling

Dark, hot, echoing

Enveloping me

Abba screaming

His flesh burning

Mine drowning

He disappears
I cannot hear him
Frozen.
Waiting

White light
another wave of hell explodes

And arms pull me away

My feet crunch into the crumbling earth

toes scraped and bruised

legs pulling themselves away
before they melt

We take shelter

Amma and I 

Watching 

Aasman jalta hai

We call out to God

Praying for the sky to stop

crumbling

We call out to you

to end the fire

I bury my face in Amma's warmth

a ticking warmth

Dust rains down

I am screaming

But 

it bounces off the walls

coming back to haunt me

No one listens

I am alone