Missile

There's almost an air of being aloof in this, the cold, gruesome truth standing on its own and not covered up in reasons or explanations. It's just destruction. A carnal desire almost. That hunger now satiated.

Chills reading this. I think how so many regard the missiles and other types of weapons with wonder and awe, when in reality, it's this. This bleak feeling of emptiness. The graves expected.

Highly descriptive and visual writing. Well done and all the best,

Ben

Nominated.