last night she dreamed again

outside before had been a painted landscape
autumn leaves were orange and sky was purple
before the mountaintop exploded.

the lahar came after dark

she ran through the house, found her shoes
struggled into jeans
her family had bags, but she was too slow

then she saw~

and then for all of her yells and frantic screams of
we’ve got to get out of here
nobody came as she ran from one end of the house to the other
for all her screaming did no good

thick grey mud seeped across the glass of the window
and in the twenty seconds she had left
nobody followed her to the door
and she could not abandon them.


another one of those dreams.

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