The clouds send warriors
to bring shame on our land.
The warriors plummet
into our oceans,
our soil,
our souls.
The warriors
slip
down our bodies,
drenching us in hate.
Telling us that everything we are,
everything we have been,
and everything we ever will be
relies solely on them.
They wait in the background
on cold, lonely nights.
Stop!
Shhh..
Listen.
Do you hear them?
Do you hear them whispering?
They're here.
So do you stop and listen?
Or do you scream back?
DO YOU STOP AND LISTEN?
OR DO YOU SCREAM BACK?
They coat our earth.
They slowly blanket our minds.
So what will you do
as they drop
and drop
and drop..?
What will you do
when the clouds send warriors?

Slip into me.
Slip under my skin.
Make this world disappear.
Push me into dreams.
Never let me escape.
Please.

Spinning in circles.
Around.
Around.
Around.

I watch myself
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   l  
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into nothing.

I stand
as still as possible.
Trying to make it go away.
Trying to find myself.

She isn't there.

Do you remember
the way we fought everyday
the way we yelled
the way we screamed
the way we looked at each other
the way we made up?
Do you remember
the way we loved?
Do you remember?