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my eyes sat in my skull like a separate entity. disconnected from the scene ahead. an audience to a film. gone.

 

 

i didn't have the luxury to see the remnants of what i had lost, which i suppose helped me move on from grief. i am in the now.

 

 

barren of life, the earth stretched out infront of me and met the horizon in jagged lines. a crooked smile of mountains tweaked the silhouette up at each corner of my peripheral. hello.

 

i turned towards a volcano not far off, thick with ash. down its side unravelled slow tongues of lava, ploughing through the dry earth. an inexhorable god of destruction. the throbbing hypnotised me. its heart pumped scorching orange, stinging the eyes at first, and further down the shoulders of the summit, cooled down through a multitude of hues - crimson, blood red, incarnadine tainted with grey to the smouldering limits of black ash. it was eating life. stumps of trees hissed as they were enveloped in heat. motorways became rivers, became channels for its permeating limbs. gone

 

 

further on in the distance the sky would flash red in patches, as the earth opened up and swallowed great chasms of rock, before choking on the mass and dieing out.