Summer Time Storm

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Violence in paradise in the sky and on the beach

Submitted: May 14, 2014

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The far reaching storms battered the beach side chateau, unforgiving; unrelenting. Shallow black water boiled at its end, where the wind and rain could thrash it. Sheets poured from the dim colorless clouds that stretched over the horizon like the fabric inside a long buried coffin. And like a coffin it shielded the living from the dead.

The chateau stood resilient, pointing westward across the waters that threatened its being. Fierce storms raged within as without, yet one would suffocate the other in its enormity. Even the wildest of nights, however, cannot muffle the act. A crack and bang could be heard for miles, the light even further. Broken glass and a fatal crash left no doubt.

Fear fled like the winds that had come. Death made the night thick as blood and just as dark and warm. They say on the island that God saves the worst storms for only three occasions.  Tragedies beyond funerals; Wars steeped in virulence; and the reckoning of the utmost guilty to the deepest dungeons of penance, where even when the clouds lift the light will never touch.

The clouds did lift, just in time for the sun to rise. The light found the death, sweeping over it coolly. Others found it too, only to be puzzled. No investigation, theory, or logic could pierce the coffin. It had been shut that night. It had been sealed in the broken glass. The truth was buried beneath clouds and rain and sea. Locked away in a summer time storm.


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