59 No Way Out

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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.

Posted by Beatrix MGN on September 3, 2014

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