the breath
the torrid tempest of the breast
rises and falls in tidal waves
across the flesh
and acids gush
a volcanic rush up the throat
as foul phantoms gather in the gut
poisonous vapors seep
through cracks of this earth
the thunder clasps in coughing fits
or sudden gasps of pain
from electric bolts that scatter
though the webbing of the nerves
and fogs drift in to linger
a sleep starved misty vision of the world
within this stormy suit of dirt
the light beams from clearings in the clouds
it dances in the dark chasms of bones
reflecting off the lonely pools of blood
in shattered mental states
it is the rain for a thirsty body
the wind for a listless mind
the lightning for a weary soul
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