I couldn't wrap my mind around how people had faced these types of things before. I stood outside of my newly found home in Kansas City. A tunnel of wind fell from the sky.
In my eyes, this was quite a beautiful experience. The heavens had a passage from the skies
down onto the apple and earth lands. They had a chance to peek down and watch us down on the ground.
Silly humans, thinking life is the best thing out there and
death is so terrifying. If everyone knew how great death was, people
would be committing suicide left and right.
The tornado shook the earth in angry shakes.
Perhaps they were desperate shakes.
Bold lightning flashes flooded the interior of the tornado, looking like a storm brewing under the sea. They wove in and out and slipped into our ears. The thunder clashed. I shook. The tornado only danced a few thousand feet away. It threatened to come and sweep me away, tearing me apart at the seams, the limbs, and the very atoms. I knew about safe rooms.
I also knew that I didn't have one.
A scream escaped my lungs, it was swept away by the violent waves of wind. With every word, there was the equivalent of it being scooped up. The waves started to become enticing--inviting, almost.
My hair swirled into knots, imitating the anger of the tornado. I didn't attempt to tame it. Instead, I crawled into my rickety basement, rocking on my heels in an egg position. I prayed that the tornado would create a definitive pathway around my home.
All at once, the world stiffened, as if it were being squeezed and wrung dry. The crashing stopped.
I crawled up the stairs, where debris seemed to float around in the air.
The next was a very unexpected sight. A young girl, standing with her
feet apart, hands clenched into tight fists. She stood in a power stance. Her
hair flew around her figure in a very heroine way. She looked
like she was about to take on a tornado.
Which would've been quite the sight for anyone watching. Most
unfortunately, all were underground, protecting their young and
their other various items of importance. They hugged them tight to
their chests as this young girl stood next to a twister, not afraid of anything.
Not of tornados.
Not of death.
Not even of God.
It was only a few hundred feet away from me now, and I began to feel the gravitational pull of the strong winds. They pulled me close, wanting a tight hug like my Aunt at the family reunion. Alike this situation, you can't resist.
You just have to let go.
As for the next thing she did, I could not explain if I wanted to. She
closed her eyes gently, opening her chest up to the sky.
She truly let herself go.
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Patchwork Souls
Cerita PendekAt first, the names mattered. They really did. And eventually it became more of a numb, "huh", and each individual lost their name as it was given to them. I try to make the names matter. To give up this silence that separated the void between exist...
