Corinne Plummer

When It Rains

Madani had resolved to not cry today - told herself that crying wasn’t what a warrior did. A warrior was strong, striving for Valhalla and accepting death as it came, yet, her chest felt so hollow, she wasn’t sure what else she was meant to do with herself. The ordeal had been living off of her energy, clawing its way underneath her skin until it took every last piece of who she once felt she was. Madani had known she needed to be better than a distant commander, but she felt beyond herself, not quite within reach.