Monday, April 12, 2010


From Red

His patchy sleep is broken by the silence
The birds, the crickets, the rats nowhere to be heard
And then the wind starts howling, picking up with each passing moment
The boards start rattling.... violently and then they crack
He is lifted up bodily, along with the roof and everything else
Swirling, tumbling into the vortex of the twister
The howl shatters his eardrums, and then everything is silent
He rises, rises straight through the clouds and then there is a blinding flash
Everything goes white.........

.... Blue

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