Standing in my storm
Overshadowed by my always
Screaming in the wind with no sound
The ground is wet
Slippery
I cannot run
I don’t know how to hold innocence of encased barbwire
Leaves a pale taste in my mouth
Grey matter
Double edge judgment
Facing the breath of stale fire
Sleeping in mouth of dragon
I unfold to night walk across haze
Fog pushes me into steps of now
Steps that cannot move
Standing storm
Vulnerability

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