copper.

wait for the
storm,
my darling;
it may not
pass,
but once
you are in,
you will know.

the force;
you have
no choice;
but to bleed
and scream.

a thunderous
freedom
is carried;
your voice will
stutter;
your wings
clipped and
broken.

but the wind
will be louder
and the lightning
warmer.
and the electricity
simmers;
on your sticky
skin.

wait for the
storm,
my darling;
ride it
and pray
it never ends.

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