"Man will be his own demise."

With devastation,
I have fallen.

I took the whole damn city down with me. This place, my final resting place, used to be so full of life.
A once great city.
Now, its nothing more than torn buildings and destroyed streets, all covered in the ash of the people who used to use them. The sun doesn't even shine its rays on this forsaken piece of land. The shadows are my only comfort.

There is nothing but silence,
for days.

Then the animals come back, walking backwards. They scavenge the dead, throwing it up. I watch an entire pack of wolves mend a deer carcass with their teeth. The blood rushes back in, to slowing start warming again. Soon it will be flowing.
I watch a man walk backwards toward the deer, touch it's neck, then walk away.
I watch the deer's heart slowly thump to life, it's breath comes back. Pupils dilate, eye lids blink, I watch the rib cage rise and fall.
The deer begins to slide, suddenly its on it's feet and something small and black shoots from it's neck, replaced by skin and blood and fur. The deer runs off backward somewhere beyond the trees.
Other creatures scurry around backward.
For days.
I watch the trees shrink and the weeds slither back into the crack in the concrete. I watch as the streets (or what has been left of them) regain their sharp black color. This of course, takes days.
Puddles slowly start to appear in different areas, then they all spread apart and jump into the sky into clouds as dark as coal, I watch the clouds leave and the last rays of light return.
I watch more animals return, all running backwards. This time there are more. I watch as skeletons put themselves back together, with the help of the wind and smaller creatures. I watch as flies cover the skeletons and turn into maggots. They puke rotting flesh back onto the skeletons, turning them back into animals (dogs, cats, men, women, children, and so on). I watch more backward walking animals mend the skeletons back together, just like the maggots. I watch as more flies come to the bodies and swallow up the maggots, who decided to return and disappear. I watch the animals start to breathe again, then some crawl back to their feet others spring back. Some humans hug each other then begin chasing each other backwards.
I watch the cars come back to life. Some with explosions that give them their color and sharp design back. Others spring back from a wall of a destroyed building and speed off backwards somewhere.

There are a lot of screams sucked back into people's throats. A lot of people give humans blood back, and heal massive gashes, with a knife that was just covered in blood itself. Black pebbles fly out of people into guns, into bullets, into their pockets. More humans are put back together, more families are joined.
Dust and smoke and ash starts to cover the city. Slower and slower it thickens. The rocks begin to shake, minutely. Then the whole city is ripped back together. The buildings are thrown back into alignment. The roof shillings slide across the ground and back onto the roofs, just as the scattered pieces of wood fly back toward the house the collapse together, making a structure.
I watch the paint return with a gust of wind. The dust cloud of smoke and ash slowly starts to form and giant mushroom that instantly starts to shrink. The harsh winds all rush towards the massive mushroom.
Cars are flipped back onto their wheels, people are turned from ash to flesh and fear in an instant. Then the cover their eyes.
Then the flash of light, the giant mushroom, the harsh winds, and the loud boom all rush into a giant metal container that jumps into the sky. People's faces become red and wet, then droplets of water hop from the ground and their clothes onto their cheeks. They turn into tears and slide back into their eyes. Their faces slowly return to a flesh color and their eyes move away from the sky and back to the loud sirens screaming across the city.
I watch as the people panic, and I watch as their panic subsides.
I watch as their arrogance returns. I watch as the hatred for each other returns. I watch as men and women come back together, furiously. I watch as the cheeks of them women give the hatred back to the mens' hands. I watch as the screams are sucked back into their throats.
From here I can see everything.
I can see all that's wrong with the world.
From here, somewhere in the city. I watch as its taken down, wood frame by wood frame, and turned back into a field. I watch as the city slowly turns into the middle of nowhere.

Then I put myself back together.
I feel my curse being sucked back into my throat.

"esimed nwo sih eb lliw naM."


-Sir Jestro