After All This
Part 1 Upon a hill we may rise, to see the devastation that below us lies. After the sun set upon this civilisation, what remains is the remnants of the humans and the rise of what comes after. There are always echoes of the before, after the next wave comes. We thought all too much of ourselves. That was our short sightedness. I shall not claim glory, for what remains is often only the worried and tired, waiting for the inevitable end. Part 2 Slit her wrist to see the blood. She sighs, it is better to see the in without, than to let the out in. It runs down her arm, thick and warm, not like blood at all, but more congealed. The light is dim, yet it reflects off the crimson trail on her arm. It takes very little time for the pills to work. Combined with the alcohol it speeds the suppression to the brain, which slows the respiration. One breath labors to be known, the next may be the last or perhaps two more. She attempts to lift her hand, it no longer responds,