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Day 345: Pet Storms

  • Writer: ZJC
    ZJC
  • Sep 30, 2020
  • 1 min read

I felt a drop leak out

The mason jar tightly seal

By my own hands


It trickled down the side of the glass

Like sweat on a cold can

Set on fire


Sliding down my hand

The drop turns into a stream

I can’t tell if the rumbles are coming from inside the jar or from my hands


The storm churns and twists and crashes

Lightning striking the lid

Cries for escape


My hand grips the jar

Turning the lid at tight as I can

But nothing stops the storm


I wonder what it will look like

I wonder how it will sound

I wonder what the world will think of the mess I couldn’t contain


The lid shoots off

Like a Mentos under Diet pressure

I drop the glass


It doesn’t break, landing softly in the grass

Dark bullet clouds and lightening showers

Encompass my sight


Absorbed back into the atmosphere

I pick up the jar again

And wait to collect the rain




 
 
 

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