—orages

Placid is a heart that sits suspended on puppet strings

Damp and cold and hunger pained

I waited for you in a hurricane, hair whipped by the raging winds that once howled for me

And as my lungs collapsed like tissue paper, I saw your face in the eye of the storm

It seemed you were never truly my escape

It seemed the storms were not fated to heal me

#August13Prompt

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