the wind buffets my windows
great gusts gushing to greater heights
they keep me in my home by keeping me out of their home
but i'm fine with that
so i sit, cozy, wrapped in a blanket,
listening to the wind buffeting my windows
Wind
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wardens in the prison of the body
Scream! At the piles of rust!
Scream! At the heaps of misery you created!
Scream! At the brittle bones you left to dry in the sun!
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overwhelming sense of dread
it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained
and it rained
and it rained.
and i felt the water welling up inside of me
and i screamed in agony
and all of the water came rushing out and flooded the world
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Hands
What machinations of man and machine rush toward us,
thundering nearer every moment at lightspeed?
Creases in our folds become smoothed out,
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