Storm Rolling In

He’s screaming at me
And it’s barely dawn
His voice is a bullet rattling around my brain
Outside, it’s quiet and still as we await the storm
Inside, the storm has begun
My eyes, barely open
Already blinded by the lightning
Ears, deafened by the thunder

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