The room is blue and black,
But dry heat persists in the night.
The fan is fixed on high,
Turning the five oak boards
Into the turbines of a plane engine.
Click, click, click, click.
The sheer power makes it rock
Back and forth from the ceiling socket.
Click, click, click, click.
As I lay on the dressed bed, I fear
That the metronomic sound is
A sign of an oncoming catastrophe.
A sudden snap and I'm chopped to bits
As I shamble after the current campaign.
Click, click, click, click.
I deemed an open window might
Help to cool down the room,
But it is this hot air, seeping in,
Being pushed throughout the space.
So there is no escape.
Click, click, click, click.
Or perhaps the blades are sucking
The red desert atmosphere inside.
Click, click, click, click.
Even the heat lost itself, it lost itself.
So there is no escape.
YOU ARE READING
ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
RandomActual school writing assignments from my actual gosh darn life. Sometimes something edgy will pop up. We like to have fun around here.
