Sun tucked away on the other side of the world.
The sky splits—
a roar tearing through the air.
My body freezes,
unfamiliar with this kind of fear.
Minutes crawl by…
and still,
that sound stalks the sky above me—
not a bomb… just the sky breaking.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 11:19 AM UTC
Sun tucked away on the other side of the world.
The sky splits—
a roar tearing through the air.
My body freezes,
unfamiliar with this kind of fear.
Minutes crawl by…
and still,
that sound stalks the sky above me—
not a bomb… just the sky breaking.
The sky didn’t fall—
but for a moment, I believed it would.
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