They Came For My Tusks

Grade: 
9

Madness beats down on all of us as the hot sun did the same. I hid behind the mud pile that we use to lay on. I couldn’t help but let out a cry from my trunk, but the creature with fingers held it down.

She said she wouldn’t leave me but she lay stretched out- two men cutting around her tusks. Her head laid limp. Her ears once filled with the hot, sticky air now covered the smooth wrinkles of her folded forehead. The smooth ivory was stolen from her head; her glorious figure was stolen by the fingered creatures. There was nothing to be spoken now; only the delirious sun hung in the gloom of my mother’s swelling body...stolen from me.