How I Came to Love the Storms

every safe haven in my life
has been a decrepit house
sinister simulacrums of home
extending offers of conditional shelter
in exchange for a belief, a freedom, a soul
threatening imminent, spiteful collapse
at first gale, thunder rumble, or rainfall
creaking foundations, leaking roofs, squeaking joints
singing songs of you can never go home again
if you can never leave, pinned underneath

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