windchimes on the back door step create a sinister music the moon emerges from a dark cloud like a maleovent eyeball lightening break dances from zenith to horizon then a thousand angry lunatics blow their breath onto the parched grass the trees cappilary branches are thrown onto nearby power lines sirens scream in the distance then there is a moment of silence as the night holds its breath ghosts whisper retching secrets to nearby screeching fences windchimes by the backdoor create a sinister music. . .
Reason for writing:
this was written after a tornado touched down a couple miles from my house.
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