Flurry

Caught in a whirlwind options in every direction pieces of bodies fly by like all of the world is dead it's not a simple as running away it"s not as simple as closing your eyes and praying that it's all gone millions of prayers have left the mouths of the innocent this personal hurricane is beating a frail body down chips, small fragments of this shell are pealing pushing down down down this fire in a heart of gold is hurting it cannot be contained a skeleton a mear statue of a woman is breaking this tropical storm has grown earthquakes have after shocks and the eyes of the broken are misty a solid saphire stone is being grinded to the bone Caught in a whirlwind the body has faded to dust left to go on spining with the rest of the debris