Persistent Storm

Rattled rain curiously placed
so distant from its valid skies,
bit down hard. Wounded waste

emerged to watch, all its eyes
left in trust to next of kin,
not so much legacy as prize

recognizing a memorable win
over the impulse to spit out
darkness as having been thin

to the tongue stuck mid-shout
sinking beneath shoreless seas
poisoned by bitterness, doubt

and an inescapably cold breeze.
The first lover lay back open-faced
as the last sought words to seize.


by most of us, based on notes left by sara


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