"Don't leave me..."
His small hand tightens its grip
She smiles softly
the line is jolted into motion
It is almost their turn
The whimpering before them
increase in size
until it is a symphony of wails
a haunting beauty
Three...two...one more ahead
with no where to go and no one
to save them, they enter
the metal doors, it slams
an echo empty of promise
The furnace is lit
and the room begins to slowly
melt into a soft paced agony
with their world falling, tearing,
crumbling before them
in the midst of all the chaos
the two leave this life
clutching each other tight.
