The Bell
Patience. That was my first plan. This strategy was met with failure as we sank in the sand where we sat.
Climbing out. I couldn’t climb out. I had cut the extra weight long ago; still, the essential weights grew heavier by the day.
Ashes. I would build with ash.
Art. I would create with ash.
Ashes. Ashes all around.
We won’t have to climb if the world turns to ash.
The bell tolls; the damning bell tolls.
Waves. Splash.
Waves. Crash.
The bell tolls.
Healing sounds and ash.