The wave. She comes slowly out of the sea, rising and rising as she comes closer to land. You watch as she picks up your house and your belongings. You watch as your mother and father are swept up into her dangerous arms. You watch as she takes the rest of the city with her. She is no longer the deep blue of the ocean, she is now becoming dark dark black, swirling and swirling as she picks up your life and washes everything away. You are numb as she pours over you, stealing you just like she stole everything else. And then, you are quiet, drifting out into nothingness as her power streams into you, filling your lungs until they burst and everything is silent.
The power of water
April 13, 2011