Heaps

She kept crawling on her hands and knees, disregarding the saber-like shards of shattered glass that dug continuously into her flesh, as she crossed the mountain-high piles of warm rubble.

The dun colored drizzle that pelted her jacketed back left a brackish coating of filth wherever it landed, making everything slippery and toxic to the touch and acrid to the nose.

Her smallish hand flew from under her as her bone-thin carved jaw and struck the frozen amalgamation of cement, steel and asphalt. She screamed aloud, unable to contain the pain, but stopped abruptly as her already bruised jaw bone snapped loudly as she worked her mouth open.

Blood seeped from her torture twisted lips as her severed tongue hung uselessly between her yellowed and now reddened teeth. Sucking up the flowing blood as well as the massive pain that threatened to force her to blackout. She spat the scarlet and severed tongue onto the rain hissing ruins.

It twitched and rolled over itself, lingered momentarily on the blackened concrete then slipped quietly into one of the millions of fissures that grew between the piles of rubble.

Her gray eyes showed both angry weariness and the agony of desperation. The hurt inside her expanded every time she stopped her unrelenting crawl. Regardless of the trauma, she continued on, climbing the heaps, searching for the house, the building that she had once called home.