Under the spotlight in the sky, the little white specks raining down glisten.

Trying to hold their shape, before the morning spotlight defeats them.

Suddenly, it all comes tumbling down. Trapping them to where they can see their destiny.

The wind pushes the tree, making it stumble and fall, eventually their dreams crushed into nothing at all

The plates are screaming, shaking, stumbling to their feet, the panic setting within me

The home by the salty unknown constantly being knocked out by the tornado’s sweaty cousin, it gives in, no longer sound

Now, the home full of the salty unknown, no longer holding on.

Drifting away over the edge into the mouth of the endless abyss.

Falling into one of Earth’s pores soaking up the makeup that was supposed to restore and make it feel less poor.

Cracks from the core, earth cannot restore.

No band aid could fix all of Earth’s wounds.