to burst

[butnow]

 I left from work in tears, hand stained red and my shirt ripped. I get tired of being good, bending my head, carrying the weight. I get tired of ten-hour shifts, with two cups of coffee and quick sips of water to survive, poetry in three languages. My hands trembled. I half-hoped for wasp stings, for something sharp and awakening.

I was half-

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[cordilleran2]

*hug*

I love storms, for reasons like this.

[naouia]

On storms and thunder - my thoughts exactly! Although mine wouldn't be phrased as wonderfully :)