Then she
heard the sirens
outside
her window.
She
unplugged a headphone
and
listened.
She knew
there was
a storm
rampaging outside.
Why
sirens?
Everything
was damp by this time,
after
hours of intense rain.
She
stood from the chair
and
tasted the air. A bit
of the
window was open.
Smoke,
ashes, thunder and
rain
caressed her tongue.
She
looked out.
Fire was
all across the
hills,
threatening to climb up
to the
mountain.
Rain
fell, sharp and cold.
The
thunder only seemed
to set
the flames more alive.
She knew
that fire was not
going to
be stopped by
water,
thus the sirens, useless.
They
consumed everything,
swallowing
rain and breath.
Escrito el 15/10/16
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