It looked like something out of the Bible,
the part where
God gets mad.  The way the sky knotted

overhead, twisting and turning ((almost
like a noose???)).
The Wild, Wild West was about to get a

whole lot wilder.  Lightning spit every
which way and
the wind raised its voice:  I know right.

Where.  You.  Live.  That's just great.
Not what I
wanted to hear.  The Apocalypse was

fixin' to break and it was too.  Damn.
LATE!!!!  to seek
shelter:  nowheretorun!  Nowheretohide!!

All of the King's horses and all of the
King's men would
not be able to put me together again ----

that's if they even  f  o  u  n  d  me.  The
storm came out,
all guns blazing ---- and that was when

I
   woke
             up.  :/

(c) 2010, Karla Dorman (12/1)