Night’s Clamour

It stormed unevenly — blustery one minute, quiet the next. As if the wind were really two people in love, arguing ferociously before consoling each other. Specks of iced snow floated down, sparkled.

Heart-bruised. I sweep up my cluttered thoughts, hide them in a corner. I silence the noise — hush now, enough! I un-see the reel. Mote-kissed. I turn off the lights, cut the static noise of the radio.

But no matter how hard I try, you remain still. Stubborn as always, refusing to un-clutch my heart.

The wind whistling outside has found its crack in the wall and seeps through the window.


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