“I am no wall
for you to lean on.
I am no fire to be quenched.
No, I am the wild,
flailing waters
tearing at your chest.”
“I am no tame morning poet,
or quiet demigod.
No, I am the storm of falling thunder
and rider of the clouds.”
“So shake, you fallen winter leaves
shake in fear, for I am coming
and have begun the time to reap.
Be silent, lest you crumble
at the words I come to speak.”
Author notes
this is the burn of truth, straight edged.
-Thefallout
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