Tornado County

Want to share something from another blogger that fit well with my post today, and it hit home. Check out the other posts from this blogger!

Arrows & Metaphors

In my recurring rage

Avoiding to cut myself

Becomes the high art of stiffness

Declaring this air, my domicile

I am dying in a stranglehold, dad

And in some interminable uprising

My feet impeccable from the rain

Downpour in metaphors, blurring

The possibility of a flood, without

Pausing, underneath his portrait

I find myself obliged to assume

Without previous instructions

That you no longer care for me

Your voice merges, a single rustle

Of silk, as though becoming

Might just amend, unbroken

As the sun, immune from drowning

~ i love you, still, why?!

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