Micro-poetry Morning’s Offer

terror

Hopelessness

Etched tattoos

In my skull

Searing memories

Of panic

Forever Into my soul.

 

fallen

Falling

I crumpled

Like a metal barn

In a tornado.

Screams echoed

Until new words

Whispered

We’re better together.

 

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