Burn in Glory

Whoa. Red smoke in my lungs. Ash on my

tongue. We ping your name but the flames already sung. We dropping hot

steel rain, red sec on the map. You push that flame,

laughing through the comms, all caps. Then the blast hit hard,

you went rag doll past the wire. Crawling in slow motion

right beside the fire. You said, "Pick me up", voice shaking through

the static. We clicked through squads close range, it got graphic, hey.

I'm counting bodies, counting seconds, circle closing tighter. See an armored wrag,