Ne Plus Ultra
Najah Webb
The earth was shaking and the picture frames were falling and the car horns were honking and my breath caught and the walls were crumbling and the sun went black and the people screamed and my breath caught and the molten lava poured from the pavement and ran like a river through the streets and rain red like fire came from the sky and my breath caught and
they rose from under leaves of grass with all traces of time washed from their flesh like wings broken free from their hard cocoon and my breath caught and my breath caught and my breath caught and my breath caught caught caught when my sweat struck the ground, the room shook once, my breath caught like a volcano erupting into wakefulness as the door to heaven swung
open to swallow me in its beautiful warmth.
Najah Webb has a MFA in Creative Writing from The New School. She is a freelance writer and copy editor. She is also a member of the National Book Critics Circle. She currently resides in Atlanta, GA with her husband and son.