whirlwind

the temporary is a gust of wind,

now there's a whirlwind coming along.

i'm draged by my feet.

it's in the air.

my nose touches the floor,

i'm lifted up.

spinning round and round in circles.

no, i can't hang on.

pieces of metal scratches my legs,

again and again.

splinters of wood is out of the floor.

it stabs me,

harder and harder each time.

'when is this going to end?'

forks.

they fly through the air like darts.

i dodge but now,

it hits my arms and pierces it like bullets.

everything is flying around.

its a blur.

i can't stand on my feet.

i'm flying,

around to nowhere.

no one's gonna save me now.