Photograph by Sydney Nicholson

Growing Pains

Kamryn Crossman

The winds become a wolf’s cry and sirens screech
echoing through the barren town that hides
down beneath the compacted dirt.
Dry lightning cracks along a ghastly sky.
Her brother’s face soaked with
the consumption of trembling fear,
while bells are
tossed and jerked like a beastly animal
tearing apart its prey.
She drags him in kisses his forehead, whispering
hush, hush, hush,
to distract him from the bustling breezes.
Time stops along with the winds
and heads pop up like groundhogs
looking rays that peak through the dull sky
only to be clouded by a misty
haven they have to rebuild.