Breathing is not an option here,
Pressed against windows to fill
The cracks:
Don't let the water in.
The streets are flooding.
Find higher ground,
Ink bleeds down pages scarred
With words:
Save yourselves.
The streets are flooding.
Home groans against the pressure,
Begging to break and snap with
Powerless moans:
Don't succumb.
The streets are flooding.
"Find higher ground!" I scream,
They glare at me for disrupting
Their silence:
They won't hear me.
The streets are flooding.
The sound pools in my ears,
I used to collect rain drops in
Clay pots:
I want to rush the waves.
The streets are flooding.
I am too scared of heights to climb,
The glass is fogging I am trying
To breathe:
Open the gates.
I am flooding.