Lion Head Mesa a final inundation

They cannot die.

Why then does it feel like a moment of lasts?

Grief floods her eyes. Families hold each other until they are dropped by stone. Some cry out in rage; what’s under that is just another asking for love.

She is forced to look for beauty in broken pieces of stone as the water rises up to her ankles now.

—but love is a hard thing to kill, no matter how it’s clawed apart.

She looks for Khaem in the gyrating faces.

For one last time she wanted to hold his hand.