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Erica Laughton Jan 2014
I contemplate my choices - up into the soft, pillowy dunes covered in seagrass, into the rough brush beyond, down to the slippery water rocks. I walk along it all, past the rocks pock-marked like skulls, that I place precariously on the spindly end of a gnarled, whitewashed log that I foot. I pass pieces of wood petrified in the sand like emerging snakes, spiny, drowning spiders. The sand is chalked clay, clumps creating mini Stone Henges where deer prints have broken it. In the distance are fragile lines of birds that sound like howling wolves. I look out over the water, the sea that wiggles between my toes and spans the horizon all at once. The water laps at my thoughts and in between breathes I hear my cousin calling me. I turn towards her hungover dreamless nap, but still I hear the sea, refreshing my mind and the sun cleansing and lifting me up into the very sky. My feet break the salt-cracked sand back. The path I took before breaks out and unfolds before me like a red carpet on tracing paper and I avoid every step like it would break my mother's back.
Mr E Dec 2018
I awaken to the beginning of a bridge
The sun shines, peeping through the green mountains
A river gushes below me and the water falls beneath me
It fills a lake with rock henges jutting out
Large pines speckle the mountain

The polished stone bridge leads to the tallest tower I've seen
I walk across, basking within the midday light
The only sound is the rushing of the water
A light breeze catches my hair
The tower stretches above the clouds

I enter the cold hallway
Immediately above me I look up to the light
A light that shines at the top of the tower
Bright enough to conceal what lies above
The air is cold like the marble floor

An intricate design covers the marble ground
I step toward the center as the light breeze beckons me
A low rumble starts off in the distance
I begin to rise as the circular design lifts up
Like a puzzle piece, different sections stop as I go

My platform gets smaller and smaller
But I am not afraid
The light gets closer to me
The warmth of the light surges forward
I reach out to grab the blinding orb

My world goes white
I blink yet see only light
I begin to see my surroundings
The warmth is beyond comforting
I step into an endless field of flowers

Flowers of all colors stretch before me
They bow in the breeze
The sky is of royal blue
A single tree waves in the field of color
My friend hails me from afar

I'm in awe
There is no way this guy made it to heaven also.

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