The sound

It alarms you such as an air raid warning wound do before a nuclear bomb strike the sound is petrifying it echoes in your mind at that moment you know you dont have long your heart is racing. You settle in and prepare for for the blow as there is nothing you can do to stop your inevitable demise and then...

Nothing just white
[A little poem that doesn't ryme]

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