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This is the way it was 
Night reflecting up from the shimmering asphalt 

Firing glints of embers back into crystal clear windows 
In the passenger’s eyes, all was calm 

Driving through the terror was a different story 

“No harm will come your way” 
No harm does not make the driver any calmer 

White knuckles gripping the wheel, 
Steering the two into the dreary, drenched oblivion 

With no qualms other than why 

“Any time, just raise your arms above the flood” 
In reference to the raging storm? Who knew 

Perhaps she sensed the desperation brewing beside her 
The road, her road, moves like a drunkard’s hallway 

Like the sea 

The ocean before them brings on its waves 
It echoes with a million voices calling their names 
One distorted, one clearer than yesterday’s skies 

Driving on through the floodland, into the sea 
Off the great white pier standing amidst oblivion 

This is the way it was 
Never to wake up from this land 

This fragmented, endless dream on loop 

This is the way it is 
Driving through the floodland 
Comatose for however long 

Too much, but never enough 
Having everything within one’s reach 

Just to tear it up and watch it fall 

And let Death will you away 

Elena Saorrono

Floodland