We venture into the storm
Against my better judgment
(I’m ready to go home)
The wind kicks up
And a thousand
No
A million flower petals
Swirl around us frenetically.
Great beasts of raw, hungry light snap their jaws
Not so far away
You aren’t scared,
Your curls wild in the dark.
The storm, you say.
The storm, Mama!
The sirens, now,
And the rain,
And so many flower petals.
We turn and head back inside
To wait a little longer.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 12:56 AM UTC
We venture into the storm
Against my better judgment
(I’m ready to go home)
The wind kicks up
And a thousand
No
A million flower petals
Swirl around us frenetically.
Great beasts of raw, hungry light snap their jaws
Not so far away
You aren’t scared,
Your curls wild in the dark.
The storm, you say.
The storm, Mama!
The sirens, now,
And the rain,
And so many flower petals.
We turn and head back inside
To wait a little longer.
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