mind stops spinning
and for a moment
you see
the face… so clear
you run
as fast as feet may carry
into the tornado
your thoughts provide
…
you don’t want to see
what once mattered
for you fear
its claws
upon your flesh.
mind stops spinning
and for a moment
you see
the face… so clear
you run
as fast as feet may carry
into the tornado
your thoughts provide
…
you don’t want to see
what once mattered
for you fear
its claws
upon your flesh.
