Sep 22, 2014
Aqueous
Abounding with life; it was the reserve of necessities to the land. Kissed by the sun; each and every inch moved in a fluid motion. Pushing and pulling with the moon; breathing in and out. A glistening crystal, reflecting the sun's rays warming the land. As more time went by the creature's insecurity worsened. She becomes blackened with death, raped by the sun. Her strength is delayed; her knowledge is drained. Depletion of life, land in fever. She was the glue to the land. Life itself has died. Division and crevasses blazed and forgotten. She leaves all behind but her insignificant foot-print; a half measured pool of sludge soon to be caught in the fiery agony like every other exhausted gallon.
Devon Azulay
