The fire is consuming the world.
Yet, here I stand, in a place still untouched.
I inhale the sweet breath of nature. Not a scent of smoke or sulfur…for now.
The sun rays dash between the gray billows of the reddening sky. I spy a pair of sea gulls interweaving with one another near a calm lake.
It’s the silence before chaos.
My legs are quivering. The need to flee filling my essence.
Flames and oceans of lava are bludgeoning everything, and soon even this tiny haven will be claimed by their instinctual desire to burn all to ashes.
Of all the ways to die…
Oh, to fly high like the birds, to outrun the hell that’s swiftly coming my way.
It’s not death that I fear.
No, it’s the thought of the agony of my flesh melting and sliding off my bones while I’m still alive.
For days, I have tried to outrun this terrible destiny, but now there is no where else to hide to.
A gentle breeze caresses my wet skin, cooling on contact as I stifle a shiver. Closing my eyes, the melodious cries of birds drift through me.
Have mercy…let it be quick.