15 May 2026

Storm by Anita Morozova

She threads the open field,

Alone.

Cooling breath of wind consumes,

And all her thoughts scatter into grey.

Apprehension grows

Right when

Raindrops start drizzling down.

A brewing storm invites the gathering gloom.

No one is safe from looming danger,

No one believes they witness it.

She counts seconds to figure out distance,

She prays and hopes

Today is not her turn.

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