Storm Surge

December 31, 2018


by Jennie Badger 


The water charged angrily

Cold and black, foaming and relentless,

It rose


Like a furious hungry beast

It gorged, unsatisfied

Obliterating everything in its path


I held on tight as its wrathful maw came for us

With one brutal tug, it sucked me in

And ripped you away


The three of us tumbling like marionettes

Through its entrails

Clawing, reaching, gasping we spilled


Then, silence.


I lie broken and cold

Alone in a sea of destruction

Remnants of a life I knew

Float beyond my grasp


My heart has been ripped from me

But I still feel it beating

And breath is all that remains


So I breathe.







Born and raised in Cuero, Texas, Jennie Badger has lived in San Antonio since graduating from Trinity University. Professionally, she has worked in public relations, practiced law and written for a local magazine. None of that remotely relates to the volunteer position she held for six years as choreographer and director of middle school musicals for her children’s elementary school. She and her husband of 23 years are parents to three children – a soon-to-be college senior, college freshman and high school sophomore.


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