Day 125

Branches fall among the violent winds
We stand on the edge, long hair swirling
above our heads and rising toward the sky.
Sharp winds slice our eyes as we pry them open,
wanting to see our last moment before the fall.
We are standing amidst the wreckage
of a world we used to know, a world
destroyed by the winds of God's wrath,
and we've never felt more alive.