Suicide Bomber
Wait.
Wait...
Get ready.
NOW! Do it.
Ft-toooom.
Now it starts.
Compression of the body parts.
Viscera vapourized.
Organs squished.
Limbs fly as compass points,
with Allah early.
But here the head,
a few last seconds of peace.
Afloat.
Free.
Living dead.
The brain still pumping thoughts
around its starving core.
Flying.
Spinning.
Hear and smell and see the chaos
of the blast.
The bits.
The hits and points.
High score.
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