01-30-2025, 09:19 PM
@Boone
When the world slid, she slid with it.
Down into the depths, with the trees and the rocks.
It buried her and filled with mouth and eyes with dirt and sand.
When she felt her bones snap, she tried to holler out. It wasn't heard over the sound of the landslide. Nobody to hear her. Nobody to save her.
It was the sound of the waves that woke her. Off the shore of the cliff, God's way of telling her to rise. The woman stirred only barely, a whimper here or there as the sun crept into her lids.
She shot up from the dirt, her eyes full of fear and betrayal. It was a betrayal, after all- the same earth meant to cradle her like a child was the same earth that led to her demise. Or at least, she thought it was a demise?
Yet she laid there, alive, staring at an ocean she had only seen from the tops of mountains and in the distance.
What was this?
She tried to stand and get her bearings- but a pain shot through her leg like a fire. A yowl of pure pain ran through the air from her, a tear she wanted to shed but one she sucked back up best she could. Was she going to die anyway? A hurt cat was a dead one, her ma always used to say.
The cat collapsed back into the dirt, a silence in the air as she tried to figure out what to do. Whatever she had done to deserve this kind of pain was beyond the point- living now was more important of an issue.
When the world slid, she slid with it.
Down into the depths, with the trees and the rocks.
It buried her and filled with mouth and eyes with dirt and sand.
When she felt her bones snap, she tried to holler out. It wasn't heard over the sound of the landslide. Nobody to hear her. Nobody to save her.
It was the sound of the waves that woke her. Off the shore of the cliff, God's way of telling her to rise. The woman stirred only barely, a whimper here or there as the sun crept into her lids.
She shot up from the dirt, her eyes full of fear and betrayal. It was a betrayal, after all- the same earth meant to cradle her like a child was the same earth that led to her demise. Or at least, she thought it was a demise?
Yet she laid there, alive, staring at an ocean she had only seen from the tops of mountains and in the distance.
What was this?
She tried to stand and get her bearings- but a pain shot through her leg like a fire. A yowl of pure pain ran through the air from her, a tear she wanted to shed but one she sucked back up best she could. Was she going to die anyway? A hurt cat was a dead one, her ma always used to say.
The cat collapsed back into the dirt, a silence in the air as she tried to figure out what to do. Whatever she had done to deserve this kind of pain was beyond the point- living now was more important of an issue.
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