Unformed words frozen on your lipsForeign hands fastened on your hipsClose your eyes, slip into the abyssOf weightlessness Tender lies whispered in your ear Stormy skies breaking in your sneerLurching night guiding you to your trystWith loneliness You’re a storm chaser Crave the form of the twisterTaste the rush of the hurricane The lightning bolt,Continue reading “Storm Chaser”
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Jeremy Koloski 