Look up can you see,
that cloud looks,exactly like me.
Look up can you see,
it’s a flying elephant,can it really be.
Look up can you see,
it’s a jumping flee.
Look up can you see,
it’s a buzzing bumble bee.
Look up can you see,
the sky is as blue as the see.
Look up can you see,
that cloud looks a little like a Rupee.
Look up can you see,
oooh hang on I’m thirsty,
for some afternoon tea.
Look up can you see,
I’m flying on the clouds… weeeee!
So look up can you see.
Pushing ever deeper into the earth, sweat trickling down my back and forehead .The barbed wire scraping at my mud dappled skin and then…
The sirens blared bursting my ear drums so suddenly .He was onto me. The flashing lights blinded my sight so I couldn’t run without tripping up in the useless slop.
Cuffed that is what I am ,cuffed I walked down the alley way with each prisoner in their holding cell looking at my weak feminine body.
I could feel the prison guards hot stinging breath on my back. I pleaded guilty but he said save it for the judge!
The main attraction at Central Park Zoo is a fluffy pink gorilla. He lived in a grand enclosure in the absolute middle of the zoo. All the flamingos wanted to be him, all the elephants wanted to be him, all the animals in the zoo wanted to be him. Infact all the animals in the world wanted to be him, but all of them had something he didn’t, a family. One day a boy and his dad came round to his enclosure on their bicycles and they laughed so much the pink gorilla laughed too and they became a happy family.
I lay stunned in a cocoon of snow. My lungs felt as if they were caving in, burning within me with the cold. No wind could get to my freezing body; no fresh air seeping through the compact flakes.
The faint thunder in the misty distance echoed round the hills. I looked around, but the sky was as clear as crystal. Then the thunder grew to a roar, and I saw the first wave of snow cascading down the slope. I tried to outrun the hurdling beast, but my leaden skis weighed me down…
And then the noise stopped … darkness …
Barney: ‘’Run Sylvie’’
Barney: ‘’Don’t look back until were are well away’’
Barney: ‘’He’s a paid assassin’’
Barney: ‘’he will kill anyone in his path of territory’’
Barney: ‘’Keep running ‘’
His laugh lingered in the foggy highland as they ran through shredding thistles
Barney: ‘’Sylvie?’’
He turned, the comic man wasn’t there.
Barney: “sylvie”
Barney: “I will find you”
There was a trail of fresh blood leading to his address
The comic man: “dispose of her body and let it rot”
Barney found Sylvies body two years later
Barney: “I will get my revenge on you”
Dear survivor,
How does it feel to have your home, the place you grew up where all your memories are held to have it destroyed, to have those memories ripped apart in the eye of the twister. Are your family alive? Were they too stringed from your tapestry life
Were the clouds spinning like a whirlpools, was the day as dark as the night, did the twister destroy everything in its passage way, did it make your life derelict
How tricky is it to get some fresh even a tea spoon of clean water.
My condolences go out to you.
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