The Storm




The thunder is crashing,  it screams just outside my window. My sobs are muffled by the noise. Even with curtains drawn, the light of the storm illuminates my room. And reflects off my unforgiving blade.  The rain running down my windowpane imitates the blood dripping from my wrist.  The storm outside is as turbulent as the one in my mind.The sky is my companion in destruction tonight.   


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