Before I can replay my life,
live and die again,
the silence is broken by explosions.
There is gunfire.
There are trucks.
And there are many voices.
My captor flees.
I am left alone in the field.
A soldier is coming.
I am not ready to die.
I scramble back into the haystack.
The soldier’s steps and my heartbeat are in sync.
Shhh.
Not a sound.
Not a breath.
Not a motion.
Fear holds my hand.