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embrace the tornado

Poetry

These are not happy stories, they are not sad stories. They are insignificant raindrops pattering against my brain that barely encapsulate the thunderstorm. I find my existence bathed in shades of gray that mirror the thunderheads in my eyes. I am a...

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by KimThro

by KimThro

the light is wilting from your eyes

as opaque pools cascade from mine

i don’t understand why you’re doing this

i can feel the brick walls piling up inside

you grab my shoulders and wrench me away

the rage in your voice pierces my skin

you tell me to leave or else you won’t stay

the light is wilting from your eyes

i brush my fingers across your cheek silently

i can see the muscles clenching along your jawline

and an angry fire kindles in your eyes

as opaque pools cascade from mine

my eyes are fastened to the floor

i afraid to ask, because I’m afraid to hear

that you don’t want me anymore

i don’t understand why you’re doing this

the chaos in my head twists and turns

for the first time in a while, I feel terrified

while your palms cover your face

i can feel the brick walls piling up inside