Building

On the eve of the end of the world

all I heard was drilling

in a small cell in the middle of my mind.

At a regular interval 

the drill clicked on

“whirr”

off.

The drill clicked on

“whirr”

off.

My sister talked at me like she thought

it wasn’t going to happen.
click on

“whirrrr”

She knew
what we all knew.

off.

In the impending darkness

everyone packed their belongings

click on

“whirrrr”

into fabric suitcases.

off.

In the final destruction
I picked up a drill
and clicked it on

“whirrrr”

off.
clicked it on.

clicked it on.

clicked it

click.
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