The rocks are falling by Anya Peltier
They’re tumbling downward towards me.
I can’t get away fast enough.
Small ones and big ones accelerate down the mountain.
I try to avoid it but everything comes crashing down on top of me.
I get scrapes and bruises but finally I find a cave to hide in.
I’m safe for awhile, but when I come out there’s just more,
More and more,
This stress is killing me.
I need to sleep.
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