"I'm not so sure why people critisize each other. Eachother's beliefs, status in the world, looks..." he said to himself as straw fell near his feet. "All of us are just trying to live... I lost a tooth when I was five and so did everyone else."
More straw fell near his feet. His wrists were rubbed raw. They hurt.
"Who am I and who are you to judge someone else? I am you, you are me, we are they, and they are us."
The straw stopped falling near his feet. He could barely look up without beginning to choke... but he managed. The stars were bright tonight, shining into his eyes and through his body and spirit which made his soul. He felt warm inside... not the type of warmth that was about to consume him but a deep warmth that moved his soul to a state of understanding.
'There's no reason for this.' he thought as the man standing in front of him spoke to the conregation. 'All I want is to live as do you... is it simply that hard?'
The man dressed in white robes threw a torch onto the straw and the pile quickly grew into a blaze. With his neck tied to the post which was dug into the ground, he stared at the stars as the fire burned his skin. The group chanted and cheered.
He wouldn't scream... he wouldn't curse... he would die...
Without a word he perished in the flames with his eyes fixed on the stars until they too were consumed by the flames and he was but ashes.
2 comments:
Did you write this? Wonderful piece of work.
I especially like this part "not the type of warmth that was about to consume him but a deep warmth that moved his soul to a state of understanding."
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