Apocalypse

There is an image I want to use, one that inspired these lines, but I'm waiting for the photographer's permission to use it.

It looked like something out of the Bible, the part where God gets mad. The way the sky knotted overhead, twisting and turning ((almost like a noose???)). The Wild, Wild West was about to get a whole lot wilder. Lightning spit every which way and the wind raised its voice: I know right. Where. You. Live. That's just great. Not what I wanted to hear. The Apocalypse was fixin' to break and it was too. Damn. LATE!!!! to seek shelter: nowheretorun! Nowheretohide!! All of the King's horses and all of the King's men would not be able to put me together again ---- that's if they even f o u n d me. The storm came out, all guns blazing ---- and that was when I woke up. :/ (c) 2010, Karla Dorman (12/1)