up through my legs to my fingertips—
pulling
me, unleashing me.
The
rain melts its way down my back—
heavier,
heavier. Fall.
Crash!
Crack!
Spit
up the storm inside and
fill
the room with rage.
The
grey fog tumbles over chairs and books
pinching
its way into crevasses
until
you drown in it;
a
burden no longer my own.
The
storm is upon; best grab an umbrella.
