There came a point when I had to give up. The heat and the blindness around me got me. I cowered in my little room and filled glass cabinets I had found by the roadside, with flowers both dead and alive. I strung up fairy lights and pulled the rescued animals towards me.
In a few years I would leave here and return to my home. From there, I would watch this place burn.
or so I thought
ReplyDeleteuntil the big wave came