michelle erdman · Aug 16, 2011
so loud

you'll have heard how the city once
ended in fire. The buildings crumbled
and shook and mothers clasped their
children close, not aware that they would soon cease to exist.
And the fathers with
the strong outside, terrified inside looks on their faces, as their
eyes tried to float up to gaze
at the flames, but the ashes
floating around would sting as
they flew down from the
sky, that was also on fire.
And the only thing to be heard
was screaming and crashing
and sirens and it was

                                 SO LOUD

that it actually seemed silent.
                     and then it was.

and everything was done, gone,
    dead and silent.
no noise. at all
not breathing
not wind
not birds, not crying, not talking
it would kill you

 
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