By a freight train,
It struck me head on.
Like a fly and a fly swatter
I was consumed, overwhelmed, overpowered.
Like drowning in the Johnstown flood,
The murky waters reaching me, surrounding me, pulling me.
It surprised me
Like a gunshot in the woods.
I was disoriented.
And it never let up,
like the mist from the ocean waves
as they crash.
Remind me to never again
Walk by Room 115, 2nd period.
Those Night Spektors stink.
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