Back From The Dead (Poetry Corner)

Her hands held onto the edges of wet soil that surrounded the burial of her body in the moment of disappearance.


Her skin was covered in dirt and dressed to camouflage into the mud around her.

Her throat was filled up with dirt and dry from how quiet she’s been.
But her eyes.
Her eyes held water and fire rolled into one.
She lifted herself slowly but surely off the ground to see everything around her wasn’t what she thought it was.
No dark clouds but only sunny skies with chance of rain somedays.
There weren’t monsters waiting for her but rather a garden full of fresh air for her to fall into.
She thought it was over and everything was going to be burned...


but in fact, it’s even more beautiful after the storm.

- Z.H