Safe behind that pane of glass
The storm shatters the sky
Electric claws rip cloud to cloud
Its stomach churns
Digesting the universe
Fists balled in the hollow of the eyes Sat in the old, creaky wicker chair The scream stuck in the pharynx Blue-overalls despair taking ho...
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