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Parched Storm

May 20, 2013
By ivoryspade BRONZE, Wibraham, Massachusetts
ivoryspade BRONZE, Wibraham, Massachusetts
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I evaporated.
shaking hands and knees and hoarse throats
swollen eyes and scarred fingers
condensed.

cotton candy clouds
were spun like brittle pink sugar;
my embroidered dreams had snapped.

steel anger melted
into a veil of shame and pain.
I stood on soaked paper stilts, willing them to
collapse,
cradling the remnants of my identity
in my clenched fists.


The author's comments:
I described the feelings and the emotions and the pain that people experience after a fight. They are like a descending cloud that obscures everything.

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