• She’s in a house
    Which her only refuge
    There is a hurricane coming
    She’s in the basement
    In a corner
    knees huddled up
    Alone

    No, everyone isn’t dead.
    They wouldn’t let her in
    “We can’t”
    “We won’t”
    “There’s no more space”
    We don’t want you here
    So here she is, Alone

    The house is moaning and groaning
    She hears the roof coming off
    Flying into the Abyss
    Her heart beats loudly
    In time to each piece of furniture
    And accessary breaking
    Becoming nothing more
    Than what it originally was.

    Things are hitting the floor
    Things are flying up and away
    The first floor is gone
    The basement is next.
    The ceiling is clinging to its walls
    But its no use, It comes flying off
    Breaking into little pieces.

    The wind hits her in the face
    She flies even further
    into her corner.
    Her hair flies up into the air
    and everything around her lifts
    off the ground.

    BAM!
    An old television smashes into the wall
    Over her head
    Debris and plaster fall down on top of her
    Her hands cover here head.
    Her head is safe
    Her arms bloody bruised and badly hurt

    The walls are going
    She can feel her corner shaking
    Breaking
    She hasn’t lifted up into the sky just as yet
    Then her corner goes and knocks her to the ground.
    She’s dragged around on the floor
    Toward the center, The abyss

    Its dark and wild
    Unpredictable and unsafe
    Her legs are the first to lift off the ground
    She grabs onto a pipe
    The winds force are harder
    Trying to pull her
    To swallow her
    Until she is no more

    But then she remembers
    Everyone left her there to die
    They don’t care
    She thinks “Let go!” But then she can’t let them control her

    She grabs on for dear life
    But it’s too late
    The pipe breaks
    She’s gone
    Its suddenly frighteningly quirt
    The hurricane is over

    The people who sent her to her death
    Are no where to be found
    Their shelter, gone.
    Where are they?
    Trapped in hell
    Facing their deaths
    For they way they treated her
    They realize now
    But it is too late.