The Tornado by OS

A tornado of unspoken words swerling around and around trying to unravel and brake free and destroying evrey thing in its path to say one simple word that you try to resist. “Good story” sead mom as I stepped in the kitchen from school and had just finished reading my poem “It is not a story it is a poem” Sead felisha as she stormed up the stairs. Slam it was almosed time for felishas birthday and her mom had goten her a puppy the little raskel was at a shelter.