#WritcoPoemChallenge
#Phonee .
Harbinger of our doom,
Hurtling through space,
The asteroid is here too soon
Hearts irregularly beat
We sweat in the heat
And pray for the day
Earth will be safe
Shocks of fire blaze through the air
Headed straight for-us
As we stare and stare
Through our phones
Some their tellies
Doomsday, Gloomsday
Ironic how it's spring
Season of bloom
But the universe doesn't
care about that
Ready to end life as we know it
The malicious minor planet snarls
towards it's defenseless prey
....
It hit Tennessee first.
Chaos .
Shouts of fear rise up
While buildings fall
Screams ricochet off of walls
As dreadfully, the monster
claimed lives as fodder