Here Come the Storm Clouds

(written for Snug's "Controversial Music Video" comp)

Rolling, roiling
they come—
from over the horizon,
pent-up greens turned charcoal
in clouds like monsters, hulking
across the plains.

The rains
the rains
and wash away the blood;
I hope God doesn’t hate me
for wishing he’d shoot Bonnie
and her prima donna bitches

and Dan the I-love-me, quarterback

and Nelson and Tyler and Ashley and—

and everyone except me

because he did, the shooter—
shot them all, everyone
on my list, I ever thought I’d shoot, if I had a gun.

Rains still fall in torrents, thunder screams.

I know what it feels like to survive
and it’s an ugly thing.

I should have died too, for wishing them dead
because they are, like the shooter read my mind.

He came too, on the clouds, and
he’s melting in slow motion police sirens.

I survived. A coward under the table.
Written by MadameLavender
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