Hiroshima;

Gruesome Dreams.
Sitting on the patio.
The sight of the clear blue water.
Soaking up the sun.
The smell of the light fresh air.
A flash in the corner of my eye.
Fear rushes through my body.
I have no time,
Time to escape.
What do i do?
The wind blows me over.
I'm trapped.
Blood dripping down the side of my face.
I'm delirious,
Weak.
We're all dead.
No one will survive.