between storms

this moment
between storms
where the air
is thick
with unshed tears
a pressure
squeezing tightly
a world
on the verge
of deflation
a sense of elation
that this
is teetering

i long to
fall into you
forget the
dismay that circles
a swarm of
tiny flies
biting the soft
underside of
drawing blood
leaving welts
in the shape
of a heart

sitting between
promised storms
wasting away
in the quiet
waiting for the
next clap of
aching destruction


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