EDC Shorts: lines – ‘prose’ – poetry #4

Well Beyond This Day

He held her in the shower, the door he broke down scorched. The adjacent window breathed flames, the glass smashed on the floor. He bore the pain of seared skin, on a back she’d never see. Red machine pumped water soaked the ceiling, their smoke screen disappeared. Masked faces spared her modesty, looked on him in awe. All thought – how was he going to get out of this? Then realised, it hadn’t crossed his mind. His body given up to shield, his last breath to pray – please let her live … well beyond this day.