Windows crash open
Broken glass everywhere
I thought I could breath
A gush of air flies around me
Sharp objects as small as rice
Comes flying towards me
I scream in pain
Trying to escape this vast openness
Running
Anywhere
As with each blast of air
Sharp objects hit me over and over
No blood is shed
Surprisingly
I am trying to find cover
Everywhere I turn
Wind
Flying objects
There is no escape
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