TW: Gory, Death, Survivor Guilt, Malice Media ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏
The hurricane forecasted days in advance overlooked by those who were born to rain dance. They chalked their odds up to chance.
The first sign of the end of time were the seagulls that wandered too far from the shore.
Next came the floods of buoyant bodies too close to the shoreline.
The boy with eyes made of glass stepped outside to bask in the sunlight never came back.
A place once named and praised became the hidden world of Atlantis under the hand of a known named hurricane.
The rich that lived on the mountain came down and watched their poor friends drown. If only they could have seen the lifeboats that were never thrown out.
The bodies are buried to rest under the debris of garbage created by the locals probably are nameless faces to be forgotten.
The coastline retired after the moon had lost its power. The survivors began to wonder, why the ocean had punished the living survivors?
Camera crews migrated towards puffy faces and bloodied babies memorializing their darkest day. Reminding the survivors to hold a little tighter to their babies with remembered faces and names.
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Got to love doom scrolling to inspire some wack-ass poetry. Feel free to star and comment. Have a wonderful day lovelies.
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