Amaranthe Ivory Violeta lives in NRH, Texas and mothers two "lost boys"; ages 5 and 11. Stumbling into motherhood at the age of 15 and leaving the nest early, she continuously learns about life through teaching them. She has been writing poetry and short stories since the age of twelve, using creative mediums to express her perceptions of a kaleidoscopic reality and the labyrinth that is her mind. She attends University at UTA and is inching her way towards a Master's degree in Forensic Biology. Presently, she is working to put together her first poetry chapbook, as well as writing childlike books to be designed for adults to consume. In her spare time, she adventures with her children and faces each day as entirely new and full of potential; never looking back.
Here in this place of other, I am an observer.

On an eerily tall mountaintop, I stand. It’s dark shadows and peaks crawling high up into the ether, allowing for a birds eye view of the world below. I gaze down at the cities expanding outward for thousands of miles, feeling nothing. Removed. Casting my line of sight higher, a bright white moon invades my vision---idle, still and perfectly suspended. The sky surrounding it, a rich, uncanny blood red. Hostile wind whips around me and though it should chill me to the bone, it does not. Though it should jolt me from my perch, it does not.

The moon and I, still joined in a silent conversation are soon interrupted. I watch as a flying foreign space rock comes burning through the atmosphere, striking into the side of that magnificent orb. It splits in half and falls away and just like that, the sky seems swallowed whole. Catastrophe follows, with haste.

Omniscient spectacles are placed over my eyes and I watch as the oceans rise up in fury and rebellion, sheer power destroying man, shelter, animal.

The winds howl. The sky cries. Electricity crashes.
Utter, pure, total obliteration.

I awaken, to the sound of rain tapping on my window.
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