BernardYoung

By BernardYoung

Stormy

Below
a black storm rages.

She’s weathered this
before.

Many times,
in fact.

Soon
there will be the sound

of things
breaking.

Best fold myself
into myself, she thinks.

Keep myself
from harm.

The world is cold.
My bed is warm.

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