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Jan 6
The wind is battering
Battling the trees

The sheer curtains are still
But the wolves are howling
The mice are hiding

The storm god is stirring the atmospheric cauldron

A dash of twigs
A splash of salty water
A pinch of upheaveled dirt

The fire of the heart is not dampened by the rain

The walls creak
The pages of my book fold and dance
Ambient light from a candle wick heats this articulate space

The spirit spins without petty obligation in every gust of air

I pray to you, storm god
God of washed up logs
God of rocky, tumultuous shores
It’s storming
Jade Charlotte
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Jade Charlotte  20/Gender Nonconforming/Portland, Oregon
(20/Gender Nonconforming/Portland, Oregon)   
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