Panic

The sky rumbles and she’s ready to go down underneath the flooded streets and the sun is setting the world in darkness. Hands tremble and freeze, clench, and cramp up—it’s an Arctic blast. Fever strikes as the lightning occurs within her body. We dig our graves without knowing and we burn others at the stake. Cloth rips as the flowers fall off the tree to rot. They pollute fragile minds ready to rip apart in an instant. Heads split as if a blade were cutting from top to bottom. Crawling into a ball, she hides like a bird embryo in an egg.