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.