I didn't intend to,
but I automatically closed my eyes when the flood broke out. A stream that flooded me and I hoped...
What was it I hoped for? That I wouldn't be buried, snowed under while gasping for breath, praying for help?
I couldn't imagine myself getting on my knees, let alone begging, there was nothing I had done to start this storm.
Once again the wind blew straight into my face, but this time it fell on deaf ears.
It wasn't the snake from whose mouth flowed the stream of words, the overwhelming flood of demands, who tried to choke the last bit of life left in me.
Once the floodgates of heaven are open, all that remains is prayer, whispered a voice from long ago, words I never wished to hear again. Grandmother, she never understood that the essence of life was to live it, not because of trembling out of fear, but out of free will and the pursuit of freedom.
I ran out of time, the tie was high. Was this the storm of the century? I shivered for cold, felt sick to the bone.
Did he get the wind knocked out of him or was it the dragon that took his breath away and delivered him a powerful blow?
Whatever the case, he lost ground under his feet and slid into the hole that had split the soil and was flushed away with his flood of words that had never meant anything.
It was then that I asked for help, asked the earth to keep her mouth shut.
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