Long, slim fingers reaching up through the dirt.
How did I get here? Why was I hurt?
Clawing now, frantic….she smells her own blood.
Moving the rocks till she reaches the top, gasping-
She sucks in as much air as her lungs allow.
It’s dusk now, she looks up-
Burnt orange and red dragons flying in the sky…
A hand called wonder and confusion reaches out
They walk further into the night-her scorched beautiful, painful spirit
Erupting divinely into fire.
Questioning her one basic need need-reality.
Is this ethereal? She watches the bright glow of an explosion
Mushrooming in the distance-the night lights up and her light burns out…