I feel the earth crumble beneath my trembling feet.
The landslide has begun
My head begins to spin.
Glass shatters and animals cry.
I must be flying ‘cause I can’t feel the ground.
I watch a volcano erupt flaming red magma.
I’m getting dizzy
I begin to fall.
I slam to the ground, hitting a glass object along the way.
It’s a greenhouse, or at least it was.
I feel paralyzed.
My own blood drips from above.
The once clear glass is now a watery red.
My breath is getting shorter, harder to release.
My eyes close as blood begins to sprout from the corners of my mouth.
I am dead, that I know.
I can see my lifeless body lying limp under the stars of hell.
My clothes catch fire, I am gone.
A white powdery dust now floats in my place.
© Amanda Lutzac