ALL THAT IS LEFT

Scared.
All smoke.
A sickly taste in the air.
Her tears fall
like a rainy day,
Horrified at what has been done.
Only the sound of screaming.
Loud.
The bombs like whales,
Diving deep,
Devouring their prey.
Flames.
Big, bold and burning,
Making the air to toxic to breathe.
All that is left is little hope.
All that is left is little thought.
All that is left.