This one’s a little, erm, abstract.
A breath, a sigh on the wind. Tree leaves rustling, the wind hushing its race over the land.
I face it, arms wide, hair streaming behind me. Her teeth bite at my exposed skin.
My fingers curl, nails digging into my palms. Grass ripples, like tiny waves on a shallow ocean. The sleeves and skirt of my dress snap in a sudden gust.
She has me in her claws.
I stand. Mountain. Strong.
My mouth opens, and I let out a sigh, a breath on the wind. It is taken by the maelstrom, but I see it as it passes me by.
Like the hardiest of plants, it will take root and grow, creating warmth in Her from the inside.
Until then, I will endure.