Authors note: This piece is dedicated to all of the silenced voices from the tragic tsunami in 2004, the world would have loved to hear your voices.
Banging,
Thrashing,
Snapping; God reaches out his smooth hand
SWOOSH!
Tiny hands covering ears,
Thin salty lips;
Screaming “DADDY DON’T GO”
BANG!
God opens the smooth white door,
His hairy arms stretch forward;
Signaling the route up the worn squeaky stairs.
POW!
Shaking fingers slip,
Leaving clammy hands with no strength;
No strength to stay alive.
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