april showers


her puffy clouded cheeks
quivered, and
her breath tightened,
hot,
like the steam from a closed pot
of boiling water
silently screaming to be released

she holds it all in so tightly
only a bit of mist in the air
until all at once
the showers flow off
her puffy clouded cheeks

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