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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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.
Nicely written!
great write. enjoyed the read
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