25 April, 2016
The wind from
dark, black clouds
kills the blue, blue sky.
The ominous thunderheads
drop the destructive vortex, that spins
like my violent, uncontrolled, tornadic actions.
Quietly the wind lifts the silent
dead sounds of the tornado's end.
Like the cat creeps, I move into a catatonic state.
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