#WritcoStoryPrompt100
P.S. Poem instead of story again.

A click of the revolver
disaster set in motion
a split of second
bullets spinning off
gaining momentum
snowballing in time -

Wings caught on fire
spiraling downwards
fumes amok, like blinds
not a glimmer of light
nothing within sight
a wreck in the making

Stranded in the dark
with nowhere to embark
sinking, fluid filling lungs
howling, feral glint in eyes
snapped open, manic laughter
calls of the wild

The voices in his head
long dead, palms dyed in red
a blood for a blood
teeth gnawing their bones
they got what they desired
wreckage for all
© Elvin