A poem by Bethany N. Bella

The talons of a new Evil

Sink mightily into our Earth.

She heaves frighteningly,

Lurches with her flailing breath.

She quakes — the fear persists.

Fiery vapors of the enemy

Fumigate the air

Melting stability, conquer land.

The blazing fire rolls on,

Detonating our safety.

We perspire uneasily,

Soaking in the sweat of Sin.

Do we hear it?

The ice explodes, the water boils.

Can we save her?

Skin shines bright — slick and crisp.

Crackling heat,

Humid air,

Stranded on land,


This poem was originally published in “Avalanche” by Bethany N. Bella.

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