"hailstorm"
i find myself, in
pain.
the severity of this weather has left me,
thinking that
the cost of one person is another.
ice strikes my cheeks and shoulders and i swear,
this is part of the plan.
spoken word becomes a conviction
that some can't keep.
grey crunches under my feet,
i move uphill-
to watch the city below
crumble
into midwestern black.
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