Traffic lights, exhaust
speeding, brake, waiting, roll, gain
an inch of asphalt
Bare, brown, lilting to
one side, dry rustling song rains
on the cold, clear air
Grey static torment, grating voice crackles, ears numb and discomforted.
Droplets of water on the window panes and outside the unshovelled
snow.
Bending over me screaming, red-faced with
spit spewing as he ranted.
Walking on eggs, afraid and skirting the
incessant criticism.
Words like heavy, painful drops of rain
turn the sodden ground black with mud.
Promises like a sandcastle on the shore
washed away in the waves.
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