If apocalypse were a colour, smell, flavour, weather then it'd be what's happening right now.
My house is just about ready to be uprooted. It'll be like that house in 'up' minus the colourful balloons and animation.
Billowing curtains
blackening skies
charring clouds
lightening sounds
Shouting winds
Banging doors
A wee tornado
infesting my house
ingesting my thoughts
rustling screams
from a million leaves
singing in chorus
dislodging bees
birds aflutter
nighttime kiss
in evening bliss
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