So much water was pouring out of her body
Watching it rain upon the ground on this sunny day was fascinating
Every piece of her clothing was supersaturated
And she felt like she was swimming in her own juices
That all doubled her feeling of being a badass after that workout
Bubbles piled high upon the water
As she slipped underneath the water’s surface
The hot water became intimate, kissing her whole body
Her need to breathe forced her to surface, but she still felt the love
Earth, air, fire, water
Life was simpler in the past
Everything was created with those four basic substances
Making up everyone’s reality
Except people knew there was something more
Now we have a periodic table filled with of over one hundred building blocks
That is how life goes, Mr. Watson. Starts off simple then becomes complex.
The drops of water slowly rolled down her face
Eventually falling to the dirt below
And yet neither her, nor that patch of earth, were quenched
Reality was that both needed more
She emptied herself trying though.
Venomous words spewed with intense malice
It made the whole encounter even more toxic
Leaving me looking for the exit
Lo, there was no exit to be found
As I was cut off by more vile miscreants
It made me sick to my stomach
Now just because I had poisoned their water supply…
Jamming on her brakes, Salama looked to her left where she saw whitewater far below
Oddly the sound reminded her of the ocean, but more chaotic, capturing the wildness it passed through
Under normal circumstances, she would want to continue the climb to the top
Reality the water called to her spirit so she began to descend
Navigating downward on tree roots and small rock outcrops she got closer to her goal
Eventually dipping her toes into that white foam and the crisp water underneath.
Yet that water was too cold to do more, so she climbed back up with a satisfied grin
Pushing the water aside as she knifed through the liquid
Oxygen greedily gulped in with every third stroke
Out the carbon dioxide bubbled through her nose into the water
Leaving them behind to pop behind her
Evening faded into the background as he turned up the noise
Nothing special, just something to keep the world from invading
Outside he looked like he was just chilling out
Underneath he was boiling with emotions
Going to blow any minute like one of those geysers
He just couldn’t take it anymore. Soon the water escaped, but one drop at a time.
Her world was pitch black darkness. Actually, it was darkness and water, but after not breathing for so long she didn’t really notice the wetness. She didn’t have a concept of time, but she did know her chains hand rusted and broken a while back.
She felt around the floor of her prison and found a large stone. She picked a spot she thought was the same as last time and began hammering. It might take millennia to get through, but she had that and more. Still, she hoped she had picked the right direction. She didn’t relish chipping her way through Mount Torlock.
That’s when she heard a muffled noise to her right. She shifted her attention and started to hammer there. She had been pointing in the wrong direction. How long had she been off course?
Suddenly there was an explosion of sound. Light poured into her prison as the water poured out. She shoved herself out of the hole, reborn again into this world, and this time she would do the swatting. Before any swatting could occur, though, she retched up the water in her lungs and stomach next to her. Not the start she had imagined…
Wet drops of salty water raced down her weathered face
Ending in a pitter pater at her feet
Every drop carried a little bit of her anguish
Purging her soul of its pain