Poem -

storm

Sweat has a way of furnishing

what i dream is the empty

that resides in,

the hallow that defines the 

quicksand.

with 

the mimickry of the time I spent on eluding

what 

will swallow me

with no caution and no warning.

like a storm

that drowns the unsuspecting child that I am.

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