Sometimes, storms come and go
Like dusk and the immediate twilight, bringing with them
The gloom, the murk, those looks of apathy
That stare like kingfisher eyes
And everything dissolves through the pupil
Only to be coughed out as salty tears
Fragmenting the many pieces of you

And when those lies made stubborn
By omission or intent and painted in soot black
Come pummeling like a ruthless storm
Subatomic hydrogen-bonds shaking the hull
Mast seemingly broken like a knee
And deck lanterns blown out
…I gaze through at the eye of the storm

At memories of an arras that can never be rewoven
Or mule-spun on a spindle

At a tear-proof fabric I call my past…..


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