Detox Bob and Wheel
Detox;
Inside the tornado
calm is a paradox;
Blissful with vertigo
no need to look at clocks;
That gale;
Flat spins are relaxing,
storm blows I can exhale;
Lifted blindly grinning
my head releases hail;
Display
the rage that lies inside;
They'll have nothing to say,
you have nothing to hide;
What is fear anyway?
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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