Letter to the editor.

LETTER: Pounding

Letter to the editor

Pounding, I hear the pounding…

Is it my anxious heartbeat I hear, reacting to the vibrations in the air and thumping adrenalin rhythmically through my unquiet soul?

I feel the pounding…

No, the intensity rattles my china, rattles my nerves…

Tyrannosaurus Rex is marching ever closer…

Or is an army of troglodytes on the war path…

My hot brain, awash with ancient terror flashes flight inside my skull…

I quiver

SILENCE

Alert, as tension creeps up my sweaty back, I wait…

for the pounce…

for the explosion…

Only deafening Silence

Pounding… there it is again…

The throbbing relentlessly hammers into my psyche, the reality of the straight path being forced beneath the families.

My mind explodes in graphic technicolour as visions of monstrous, compressed dinosaur carcasses squeezed out of the ground are forced back through The Pipeline…pulsating…my brain scrambled with chaos, silently screams a warning to a conflicted world at odds with itself.

They are clearing a way through ancient debris for the underground stream of life-giving death delivering fuel to trickle out to a desperate world on the brink of catastrophic change.

Pounding, pounding…

Dinosaurs will make dinosaurs of us all.

~ By Sandra Holmes



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