Excellent Narrative of the End of the World The Yellow House by lonna blodgett Free Form Poetry Contest contest entry

The Yellow House... the missiles have flown… my children lay wide-eyed tucked in the cellar playing with their toys in the dark sirens blast while missile fumes draw a configuration of lines in a heavenly-blue oblivious sky where birds no longer fly… the onset of doom lands in fiery canopies of hell somewhere else we pray at the ultimate outcome as our world falls away… Author Notes Art Credit: Wim Carette

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