No words for prose

Clouds in her head
Sometimes
Make the room heavy with unease

Formed years ago
Storms
That need a thunderbolt

To release pressure
Sustained
Through things that are unsaid

Wind blows gently
Soothing
She closes her eyes to breathe

Raindrops start falling
Spattering
Her face with cool relief

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Listening to: Editors - Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors