A Simile
Tears are like dust.
Settling until the gentlest breeze stirs -
Making me sick.
It doesn't take much these days.
Close the windows.
Lock the doors.
Don't let the chaos in.
Too tired to clean up the mess.
Copyright © Natasha Morgan | Year Posted 2022
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