Saved

Fire. Flames. They consume us. Their tortured screams. I remember, I remember.
The silence that followed. No more pain. The next group walks in. they know what is to come.
The cycle repeats itself. Then it is our turn. We cling to each other. We are pushed in like sardines.
We wait for the pain. It doesn’t come. We wonder why. The doors are opened. They are not the evil men who ruined my life. They are saviours.
We are saved.