They wail and grind their teeth as the brace the floods.

I’m kept safe and sound in a place called home.

The initial waves start creeping through the door, the window, the gate.

I was busy making coffee.

How they shout in agony knowing no one could hear.

I was busy tweeting quotes.

How warm is my bed, how comfortable I am, how safe I have become.

But they are still grinding their teeth, hoping against hope, screaming in desperation.

What a life.

What a response.


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