Monday, October 22, 2007

Stream of red and orange lighting up my street

Smoke rolling over my sky, Ketchup in mashed potatoes

only in this nightmare

Breathing so hard, I taste my own lungs

Throat raw, Fingers shaking, Palms sweaty

I no longer

remember what's

important

Howling wolves at my window,

Claws of fear shaking the panes

Clock ticking

Don't panic!

Clutching my sheets

will I ever

see

this bed again?

Great-grandmothers' gold cross

around my neck

Prayers by my dresser

Texts to friends

I cnt belv this is hapnin!

Mounds of pictures I never knew we had

Grab my guitar,

mom's thousand-dollar amp (can't believe she's making us take this)

It's time, drive out

There's a light on the horizon...

could it be...?

Oh

It's just the sun