9/11

by Alex
(Missouri)

Rumbles go through the building
I had been at my desk sitting
When dust is flown around me
I look around but can’t see

The dust is too thick
I inhale too much I think I am sick
Flames come up from underneath the door
The heat picks up more and more

The smoke billows above
I think of everyone I love
I get up to see what is happening
People on the ground are running

Firetrucks are spraying the flame
I turn around and start to pat out the flames doing the same
My office is doing fine right now
Smoke is coming in as quick as the crack beneath the door will allow

The window shatters spraying me with glass
I can hear the sirens on the street pass
I lean out the window and my desk scoots forward and I feel a bump
I didn’t even get the chance to jump


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