There is a woman, standing on the tallest building in the city,arms raised to the sky:muscles tight,looking out at the sea with an intensity that only comes from betrayal.
Her wild hair whips out behind her as shecalls the sea to rise and Take what is Theirs, because He Took what was Hers.the Devil stands beside her, a quirk to his lips, impressed.
He was the one who reformed her, Remade her with kindness,With a compassion that only comes fromUnderstanding. Experience.The stories we read and tell are all about theRebels.
Rising against the Oppressor. She is the sea now, and With her teeth bared, Saltwater coursing through her veins, sheBrings down her fist on Nineveh.
She saves the innocent, theBiblical Nameless. She hears someone call for her, call out the word thatMen will forget to write down.She turns, and Melts.
Grains slip through the Devil’s fingers, and he Leaves, Alone Again.-Lot’s Wife, E. Oliver