Broken windows

Climbing out through broken windows
as on twisted glass it cuts and bites
four painted walls collapsing inwards

On loose air between dust inflight
rife these quaking worlds in litter
debris it falls apart, turning sometimes

A once daylight into darkness, a hell
filling fast with gas and water, in flood
drowning life deep beneath slow instant

Rubble pits, as hope fades to now
a dwindling light, escapes clutched
to moments, instances, friends, family,

Strangers claw to find, follow sounds,
voices in a fight to crawl, climb
from underneath a rendered collective

Chaos within each their shape shifting worlds.

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