Calamity


I hike in the mountains beneath a purple sky
The death machines speed past
Away from the inky black vortex of the oncoming storm
Dust and dirt sting my eyes
Flora and fauna are lifted from the ground.
My legs feel like they are made of stone
The calamity closes in
and my life proves to be as fragile as a pile of sand


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