Storm

The rain pelts down

On an old tin roof

Like the thrash of the belt

Against my backside

The wind rattles the trees

Like my bones being shaken

Inside my hollow core

By your unyielding grip

The thunder cracks down

Like your open palm

Onto my rosey cheek

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