Tonight, the wind
is a criminal thing,
elementally cruel,
horribly insane
it kicks and it slashes
at fragile things,
like a street thug
at war with the world.
But this is me
Turned inside out,
Set loose and rampant,
Afraid of herself,
Shredding leaves from the trees
With masochistic disconnection;
A primal howl that screams
“Lock your windows, stay indoors”
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