Poem – Sandstorm (By Nosakhare Collins)

Sandstorm

Howling like a thousand wolves
Throwing shadows that swirled around the walls

The stand pounded and blinding
Feels the stinging his arms and chicks
To press the lips together to stop it entering his mouth
Like bowing his head into his shoulder
So that he could breathe

The sand clung to them
Coating over his skin
Like a drop of blood.