All around me was white noise
From the plains below
Telling me I couldn’t hear
Streams of inferno poured down on my head
My body began to steam and smoke
I was on fire
Lava pooled at my feet
And I was drenched in gasoline
But my skin didn’t burn
Though I could feel it in my veins
They never turned to ash
And then I was cooled
I felt as if my skin would come off
As pieces of cold rock bounced
From my hide and fell from my back
Like a mountain of ice
Rushing down my spine
A cold breeze swept around my waist
My body grew hard
And shriveled in the cool flood
My veins showed and were too blue
I shook in the river that fell from above me
And pushed at the lever
That ended my torture
Author notes
Yes, it is a shower.
A contest entry
- Feed me Imagery-- I'm hungry. by Samantha Marie.
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Wonderful imagery.... I loved it. Thank you for entering.
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