Alison Ayers
Joined June 2021
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Dirt
A thick smell of sulfur hovers over the ice cold ground. My eyes are still adjusting to the small rays of light streaking through the dark, heavy clouds. I feel disoriented and confused about what has happened in the hours that have passed. I stay low to the ground as my mind processes its surroundings. A scene as revealing as it is haunting. It’s as though this area has been leveled out to just dirt and rock. Anything once living here is no longer, so why am I?
By Alison Ayers3 years ago in Futurism