The air is hostile. It keeps me inside. My lips are sealed. A heart rages within me. I’m angry but cannot speak. Keep me silent, Oh Lord, I fear my own mouth. A man can say vile things in anger.
A woman? Well a woman can damn the whole world to hell with her tongue…
Why won’t it rain? Grey clouds hover but they don’t break.
It reflects my state well. Too well, in fact.
I pause to think about that.