She fell down the well away from destruction
Chaos and flames flaring with rage as far as the eye could see
Water trickled down the stone sides surrounding her
She could feel its moisture breaking through the layers of her skin
All without a single touch of its droplets
Their shimmer, not one of hope
But a reminder of the tears that so often flowed from her eyes
From their eyes- all of them living through this self-made war
Another explosion shook the earth at its core
Small shards of rocks rained down around her
Shattering against what felt like the bottom of the once-deemed endless pit
She was stuck in this pit, and the scariest part wasn't how she would get out
No, the pit that ensnared her was a God-send at the moment
Homing her and keeping her safer than she would be above ground
Lights flashed behind the rumbles of desecration
Screams fled through her eardrums, sending shivers down her spine
The noise, the pain she was almost witnessing, was like an auditory assault
An assailant with hands that seemed to somehow choke her with sound
Tumbling to the ground, she covered the sides of her half-bloodied head
She could choose to believe something else
She'd make her mind wander to some other fictional reality
Instead of the stench of death and decay, she could make it something else
Something sweeter, like sweet tufts of cotton candy wafting up her nostrils
The screams were that of theme park riders
Whilst the booms of battle were that of a decadent firework display
She'd stay in that well with her own false bliss
Until starvation and thirst turned to infection and insanity,
She was bound to die- this she knew
But down in the hole- it was the lesser of two evils
Safe and insane inside her well