Friday Weather

POEM: Friday Weather

A POEM BY KERRY HAMMERTON

BY KERRY HAMMERTON

I feel the barometer drop,
melancholic clouds crowd behind my eyes,
threaten to squeeze through tear ducts,
wet my face,
poison slides down my throat,
coats my heart,
clogs my lungs,
inserts metal rods into my joints.
Later in a crowded room
I’ll struggle to stem the tide,
and when I am alone,
the sarcastic self-bullying bitch
that scurries in the clouds
will unsheathe her stick
and beat me.

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