(Credit: trojanhorsecollective.com/conversations-with-my-storm)
There’s no way out of these storms,
These whirlwinds and icy pellets,
This breath bereavement and lack of location control.
There’s no way out of this desert,
This sun powered oven filled with numbing nothingness
The sand eating my feet.
There’s no way out of this ocean
This crushing weightlessness,
These freezing depths.
I will be blown away
To burn
To drown
Because there’s no way out of this head of mine.
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