Card House
I feel it building, overwhelming,
I am a card house and there is a storm,
Refuge itches my brain, begging for attention,
I can’t ignore it,
It is my oldest friend,
Always there in my time of weakness,
My skin welcomes it,
It’s all too familiar sting,
And the storm rushes out my body,
There is no more storm,
No more acid in my veins,
I admire the carnage,
Rain is still pelting down but the card house shakily stands.
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