used to the room going black,
spinning, as if the storm
reversed itself back into
my bed. lightning flashes -
oneonethousandtwoonethou:
never reach three before
the Howling screams me awake,
neatly stopping the heart.
happens again and again,
these spasms of panic
throwing me onto the floor
safely out of harm's way:
try telling that to my fear.
(c) 2007, Karla Dorman (9/1)
Author notes
APPROPRIATE. Stormphobic. Welcome to my nightmare ...
A contest entry
- STORMS ~ Pay It Forward by pearl-dragon.
900 points, ended October 13, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Thank you for your entry in my contest. I could feel the crashes of thunder and see the lightening flashes in your words.
Margaret
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Interesting write ...
Keep in mind that there's a strange phenomenon with things collapsing. There seems to be a "safe" area around upright objects like dressers, and other upright pieces of furniture and so on. It evidently extends outward several feet, and you can lie next to the piece of furniture or whatever and survive the building caving in. If you get under something, it will compress on you and kill you.
Anyway, good job on the poem.
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