There is a salt statue in the
middle of the dessert. Her eyes downcast, her head slightly turned back to the
green soft hills behind her. The direction of her feet is towards the sandy
desert.
Sand storms hit her constantly. Salt is her body, painfully,
the wind blows grains of it back to the hills. She stays still dry and hard,
unable to move, halfway in the desert with her sight forever glancing back.
Every day she remembers what it was like to hear the song
of the trees and feel the breeze blow her dress, the grass under her bare feet
when she danced to the rhythm of her laughter...
...Until she was forced to run to the desert, fire
chasing after her, her eyes crying grains of sand and salt. Her gods found her
guilty of enjoying the simple things of her short life.
A salt statue with a beating heart that is so tired it
wants to stop... but she can´t make it. The curious who walks by her listen to
its echo like voices of ghosts and sinners and they run away like she wishes
she could.
She´s an anonymous salt statue,
standing still… a wonder of life, a joke of the gods. How long until rain comes
to wash her away?
Wow! I don't even know where to start! This is amazing!!!
ReplyDeleteThe way I picture(I see two scenarios at once of course) it's like the statue was moved from like a park or a meadow to that desert location. She was taken from somewhere where she could be admired and plain acknowledged to a place where there's nothing and no one to even ask "what's she looking at?". Sad.
But it's so super beautiful that I have no words