Scrapheap

Here I was, in the deepest

heap; a junkyard

filled with rusted metal and broken glass.

            My hands bleed from each cut

as I crawled on the junk-

                        it’s painful.

Then I heard it-

            A thundering boom.

A giant excavator with blood covering it

            from top to bottom.

My heart was racing, sweat runs down my face

as I crawled quicker to get away-

But nothing.

The pile was sliding backward

to the excavator, its claw

            raised high to the smoke-black

sky

with no stars or moonlight peering through.

Then the heap began to rose,

sending me flying backwards-

            into the excavator’s claw

I felt two claws ramming through my back

            and looked down to see them

covered in my blood-

            my spine snapped as I

jerked backward.

Then everything went dark.