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Fury

Open the back door And run out Into the pouring rain Squish my toes in the mud Gargle the raindrops Wash away the sins That stain my skin Fall to my knees Arms extended Breathing heavily A crack of thunder A flash of lightning Energy in the air charged Drawn to my fingertips I touch my lips And try to wipe away The icy liquid Dripping down my chin The rain pours even harder Pelting me with its fury Being stabbed with pins and needles I collapse in the mud Face down.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 4/1/2011 1:04:00 PM
this one moves right along, very clever and creative work
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Date: 4/1/2011 1:01:00 PM
Wonderful analogy you have penned of the fury, the fury in the mind and the fury of the rain outside, I liked the expressions. Francesca
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