Lost battles

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It’s quiet.
The wind rustles through the trees.
The fog hangs heavy in the air.
A seagull cries in the distance.
The cathedral spirals stab at the sky.
Rain prickles my skin.
I’m smothered by the wet pavement.

It’s rumbling.
I have my headphones on.
My nails dig into my palms.
The wind tousles my hair.
She stands in the middle of the road.
Her clothes barely fit anymore.
A storm brews in her eyes.

It’s roaring.
A voice tears her throat.
A claw rips her sweater.
Her feet carry her to the edge.
The storm meets the meadow.
A car screeches in the background.
The line snaps in her hands.

It’s quiet.
The wind rustles through the trees.
The fog hangs heavy in the air.
A seagull cries in the distance.
The cathedral spirals stab at the sky.
A ripple makes its way to the shore.
An echo vibrates in the air.

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