Questions, emotions, thoughts Stew in the recesses of my mind Winds gathering speed Bitter-tinged words rise from my heart Up hoarse overworked vocal cords Clawing their way to my tongue I stop. I open my mouth. I swallow. Air gushing, throat clamped in protest My heart, a disgruntled woodpecker Hammering away, willing shallow breaths ItContinue reading “The Storm”
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