Beyond parched eyelids
Incandescent eyes roll like marbles
Pressured breaths
Like a belabored woman
At curbs side
Her red Rolling Stone’s T-shirt
Ripped haphazardly
Emblazoned by a fire that
Wouldn’t give up
Soles of feet, raw
Soot laden
Twitching like a fish
Disaster rattles her
Glass fragments burrow in her scalp
Speak of the wrath of the fire’s fury
Squeezing her mother’s hand
Mouthing “I love you”
In a moment of release
A young fortress advances
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Category: Short story
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Comments6
Nicely written story. Your story presents a vivid and haunting portrayal of a woman experiencing trauma, likely due to a disaster, emphasizing her physical and emotional suffering.
Thanks so much!
Nicely written!
Thank you!
You are welcome
great write. enjoyed the read
Thank you!
Strength in adversity comes through in this poem of grit and the grace that goes with it. Nicely done Katie
Thank you, Soren, greatly appreciated.
You are most welcome Katie
Good write, Katie B🕊️🙏🏻
a traumatic tale told vividly - hope she finds release
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