Psychic tendencies
Entire cities up in flames
A tsunami on every coast
Dry lightning . strong winds
Every car alarm going off in unison
A magnetic pull so strong it turns off pacemakers
Birds falling dead from the sky
Power lines placed through every puddle
Me getting along really well with your dad
Reading to you out loud at night and there’s a campfire
All the wildflowers that start blooming in May
I can see the future
You don’t have to believe me
I know how this ends
I’m doing it anyway
Brooke Ward is a writer living in Colorado. Her favorite color is pink.