The Soulful Atom

Reflecting over life through weird, crazy, ever changing, euphoric, absurd, confused and at times impartial lenses -a journey of curiosity and questions with my two alter egos.. as I try to fall out of the stagnation of instability.. or the desperate attempt to remain..

Parched

She prays for rain..
She prays for a storm..
As the one inside her rages..
Its a parched dry one, a tornado more than a storm..
It throws itself out time and again..
She picks up and destroys everything in her path
There is not a drop of water, cracked lips and a scorched heart..
She rages. She screams her inflamed lungs out..
Her throat tears and blood fills the deprived, inflicted eyes..
Desolate, un-bearing the vast expanse now barren within..
Empty sockets unceasingly search for a storm..
Fill her and drown her once and for all..

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