Emergency!


Black, spinning, enormously high
lining the area
twisting up and down, up and down
battering the area with deafening sounds

Cramped in the storeroom, I covered
belly-aching
knowing awful problems were forming above
stacked jars crumble to the ground

TV broadcasters report outages and damage
muting the TV. staring
the noises get louder
it's coming soon

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