Wind

Undulating waves of violence,

swaying missiles slam at aching barriers,

gusts seep through cracks,

mocking what I think is safe.

I feel it scratching at my bones,

collapsing my organs,

peeling my hair,

grinding my skin.

I want to scream,

it does it for me,

pulling out my lungs,

stealing my air.

Wailing in fury at my fear.