With a darker head than the day before
She forces herself out of bed, the rose vines wrapped
around
And
around
Her body digging into her skin
deeper
Every movement hurting more
But she continues to walk
Slumped like a falling banner days after a storm
But neglected to be put back up again
She pours herself a cup of tea
And begins to start her silent plea
In the background a broken record starts to play
The same song for the fourteenth day
Stuck on the same song forming an endless loop
The clouds outside turn dark grey
The overwatered grass lay flooded
The record scratches playing a silent hum,
As the sun once more ran away from the infinite hum
It’s too late to pack up the chairs
The clouds have already set in, black and dark blue
In the backyard the pool toys lay sunburnt and
The wooden deck peeled angrily
There was no reason to try and save them
Another storm is happening anyway, right?
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The Storm
Meghan Perales