What if the storm ends?

She was lying in bed, half sick,
feeling, just feeling the song
eating her morning in a crescendo
she couldn't bear.
her pain spiraling downwards,
conjured her black heart,
to explode in accords
never heard before, 

yes,his voice put sugar
in her mouth and
took her hostage
because she knew the answer,
because she knew the question.

something in that song
always made her let another storm in.
she rained. she rained
searching for another sky,
another lightening strike,
another flood.

half dead, she turned the volume up
to listen to Snow Patrol
and as the minutes walked beyond
her sadness,
she could only feel
she would never see him.

karla bardanza

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