“Storm”

Some nights—

–not dissimilar from others—

you can’t help but wish

for rain.

The thunderous pangs clamoring

together

and the dissonance of pure noise

would obscure the discord,

the dissension screamed from throats

wild with brutal alarm-odium-

and everyone in earshot sucks

a collective breath

and embraces it

until the flickering lights and sirens

are muted in the darkness

of the not-rain. 

 

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