Aug 12

The sky turned a grey shade of yellow
And the trees bent to the breath of the gods
The air screamed, as bark ached
And splintered and fell.

Rain turned to bullets, ricocheting from windows to ground
Secure became vulnerable
Heat became anger
Our sanctuary turned against us
We cowered and marvelled
At the power intent on our destruction
And took pictures of impending demise.

Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  17/Transgender Female/Yorkshire
(17/Transgender Female/Yorkshire)   
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     Kelly Rose, Hannah and Ryan Holden
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