The last text written.
Read or unread?
Blood on the screen,
fingers stained red.
A crumpled ticket,
“Picnic” band.
A trembling hand—
could barely stand.
He sat in the hall,
his breath held tight.
The walls shone
in neon light.
they
entered / fire / shoot / attack /
violins screamed,
the ceiling cracked.
Rows of seats
fell into black.
And after 18 minutes - gone.
They left in a car,
sped into dust,
vanished too fast.
Blood ran dry,
dripped from his chest.
Crimson fingers
wrote the rest:
“By the way, I love you.”
His heart stopped
on March twenty-second,
but still
Blood on the screen,
fingers stained red.
A crumpled ticket,
“Picnic” band.
A trembling hand—
could barely stand.
He sat in the hall,
his breath held tight.
The walls shone
in neon light.
they
entered / fire / shoot / attack /
violins screamed,
the ceiling cracked.
Rows of seats
fell into black.
And after 18 minutes - gone.
They left in a car,
sped into dust,
vanished too fast.
Blood ran dry,
dripped from his chest.
Crimson fingers
wrote the rest:
“By the way, I love you.”
His heart stopped
on March twenty-second,
but still
beats
in her…
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03.04.2024
On 22 March 2024, a coordinated terrorist attack against civilians, 145 deaths: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crocus_City_Hall_attack
in her…
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03.04.2024
On 22 March 2024, a coordinated terrorist attack against civilians, 145 deaths: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crocus_City_Hall_attack
Теракт в «Крокус Сити Холле»
ОтветитьУдалить«Если что, я вас любил», —
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Кровь на экране,
Пальцы в алом.
Скомканный билет,
«Пикник» — концерт.
Дрожащей рукой,
В голове боль.
Он сидел в зале,
Затаив дыхание.
Стены дрожали
В неоновом сиянии.
Они
вошли / огонь / выстрелы / страх /
Скрипки взвыли,
Потолок обмяк,
Ряды кресел
Провалились в мрак.
Через 18 минут — пустота.
Они сели в машину,
Их укрыла темнота.
Навсегда.
Кровь стекала,
Засыхая на груди.
Алые пальцы
Писали в суматошной тиши:
«Если что, я вас любил».
Сердце замерло
22-го марта…
Но всё ещё бьётся
в её…
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03.04.2024
Это перевод, изначально написала стих на английском: https://fehta.blogspot.com/2025/04/crocus-city-hall-attack.html