Thursday, October 4, 2012

Into the Dust

This crick in my neck and twist of my spine, 
is that of a lasting strain. 
A clash of low and high pressure, 
opposing forces that result in a tumultuous string 
of storms. 
An atmosphere weighing heavy on my shoulders. 

Even on the clearest of days,
 a dust devil forms,
damaging the most arid areas of self.
The aftermath of these hazardous forces leave 
dim eyes, a sad mouth,
a mind clouded by the darkest corners of my subconscious.
Nerves vibrate loose, a stomach lit afire.

Natural forces
form, live, and die.
So do we. 

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