Stuck on the outskirts of the madness,
The heat began to build up in slow motion
Then two dogs began barking in the yard nearby,
Alleyways laced in smoke from miles away
And the panic of the dying and the dead
As I saw the driver hit the barrier
Then fall out almost by luck
As first the front carriage burst into flames
Then the back one in a mirror reaction
With dozens trapped inside.
‘Jesus’ I said falling back to the ground.
‘You better go’ You said to me eventually
staring blankly into the flames
absorbing my footsteps
into the pandemonium of fire
magnifying my terror
with each footstep.
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