
This poem was inspired by Becca Teagan's poem below.
missing thunder
It used to be him,
now there is nothing inspiring
just a closet full of colors
dresses I pull over disheveled hair
in the late afternoon, I twirl
before a mirror, singing loudly
the lyrics of sappy songs
so I won’t hear his words
clawing at my brain
even storms
don’t like me anymore
and thunder used to be
my only friend
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