It is one horrible hurricane that blinds and binds. That is why I often find it so hard to convey it in a coherent form. It will simply appear as a misarticulated mess. Shift+Del.
I think I finally have a vague rendition of this feeling...
Shattered
6 Jan 2017
The little glass marbles
All roll out on the floor,
Hiding in corners, under the bed, in a crack in the floor.
Look at your hand -
They're all gone,
But one, one more...
Stuck in your head,
It grows like a pearl from a grain of sand,
Like a hurricane,
Like a star.
It's a scream caught in your throat,
Burning your lungs,
Exploding from your ribcage,
Out in the sky.
You close your eyes
And wish that you could close your ears
So you'd no longer hear
The silence that follows.
