Pow Wow #3

Pow Wow #3

“the love that burns in

me make me strong”

story & words:

Brian John Mitchell

artwork:

ED

Having poisoned the

woods & earth with the

diseases of his ailing

grandmother, the Pow

Wow Practitioner is

face to face with an

earth golem in his

grandmother’s bedroom.

I can’t just let

this thing take

my grandmother.

I have to try to fight it.

I dive into it.

Trying to tackle it.

But I sink into it.

Going into its

mud flesh.

Inside of the thing

it is cold...

...& black...

...& empty.

A complete void.

It seems like

an eternity…

…before I come out

the other side of it…

…coughing mud…

…throwing up.

I look over.

The monster has

my grandmother

in its arms.

It steps over me…

...carrying her.

I grab its leg…

…& try to take its

power using Pow Wow.

My hand feels

like it’s on fire.

Part of its leg

turns from mud

to solid earth.

The solid piece

slides off.

Replaced by

fresh mud.

The beast lumbers on.

I gather the

strength to stand.

It’s not going to

take her & leave

me here alive.

I’ve got to stop it

without hurting her.

Instead of trying to

tackle it again…

…I step inside

the thing.

My whole body in it.

Trying to gain

control of it before

I suffocate.

The black emptiness

is smothering.

I try to fill the void.

Burning with

fire & light.

My lungs about

to burst.

The mud starts to

slide off of me.

The monster just a

thousand pounds of

wet earth on the floor.

I collapse…

My grandmother

in my arms.

I don’t have the

strength to speak.

Just to cry.

Tears of joy.

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