it’s eerie
the silence when
solid gray
ensconces the city
no traffic on
the rain slicked
streets nor
high above as
the planes remain
grounded by
the accumulated
cumulus covering
all of north texas

i am a bundle
of anxious electricity
burning up from
the inside out
as ice crystals
form across my scalp
drowning in the silent
culmination of pressures
self imposed in a fit
of frozen exposure

an implosion in
juxtaposed rancor
a reduction in
deductive refrains
a pawn played by
amateur handmedown
indentured servitude
in an undefined game
where the only solution
is redactive reactions
to post traumatic
external stressors