Thunder
thunder you
& your trouble trying
to murmur trying
to fight frustration-
don't shy from his shrieks
father sky he is meek-
light flashing freak
too high up to speak
quite a violent
violator- through flesh
you break, groping
for blood to take, sorry
for my (barenaked bones)
dusty moans blown
by the wind- thunder you
never ask before you
come in
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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