Vanishing Existence

Life grasped us – with a muscular grip and strong mechanical force, she held on. Her teeth devoured our shoulders as puddles of blood fell upon the face of Mother Earth. Claws sinked into forearms inflicting nail lacerations. Fingers curved around brittle wrists for physical support; one indentation after another created its appearance onto a sunken carpus. Coiled legs on top of legs became like metal barbed wire, excluding any and all escape tactics. Feet arched the smalls of some ankles; toes curled across our shins. She gripped us. Yet, she held on as if someone was clenching her too.