Jolted from slumber by a thunderous boom
Heart hammering as mountaintop fragments, bleeds blistering saffron seams
Horror hastened steps
Cinders lash down, visibility consumed
Lungs igniting
Suffocating
Skin blistering
Piercing the gloom, inferno in the sky
Ground detonates anew
Plummeting
Mud and flame surrounds
Legs mired
Imprisoned
Eyes turn to sky
No sky
Only murk and sludge
Ceasing
Eyes close
Eyes open
Piercing light
Confusion
White cave walls filled with small, furless mammals
Pain
Gaze down
Body unfamiliar
Glittering bones, no skin
Immobile
Furless mammals pierce with sharp stick
Weary
Eyes must close
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Amanda Rice
I have found solace in a plethora of created worlds and friendship with an assortment of characters. I hope to share my own with all of you.
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