Honey and the Weather

Honey,
I answered you
before you left me
standing in the snow,
ice storm cometh
with my gaze
through your flimsy spine
whilst I held my mailbox
with the fishtail for a flag
that you had bashed the brains out of
the night before
when you were drunk
and swore you
didn’t remember.
Oh please,
I rolled my eyes
like pinwheels,
you couldn’t choke me
no matter how many tantrums you threw.
Ha,
try to drown me out
with your raging violent screams-
I rang out
my bleeding drum,
pounding pulse
rhythms with my
dancing wrathful feet,
wailing chords
of fire and frenzy
that rose to the fucking heavens
to create the thunder
rolling down
on your sloppy head
once the spring came.

I always took the weather seriously,
and suggest you
finally,
fucking,

listen.

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