Thanatophobia

LATUJA, Princes Josephine B.

The sun is nowhere to be found and the sound of monsoon radiates the open field. The dark clouds threaten the ground to pour its heavy rain, flooding in the whole land, washing away all the remaining dust on its surface. The freezing breeze of the wind makes my body shiver in biting cold, thus I rub my palm against my arms, practically hugging myself.

Dread fills my body when I hear the unwanted sound of siren, indicating the presence of the colonizer.

“Get off the damn way!” The guy wearing a military suit shouted as the huge truck hurriedly passed through the highway. It was like a lightning with its deafening roar.

I sit on the ground behind the huge trash can, hugging my knees when I bend it. I feel my body trembles in fear, covering my ears to not hear the exchanging sound of different firearms.

“I’m scared...” I whispered to myself, almost crying in great terror. I am not afraid of dying.

What I am afraid of is the way I will possibly die.

Dibuho ni

Lanch Lenard C. Delos Santos

Colored pencil and graphite