I woke up to escape my dreams
Fell asleep running from the screams
A bitter reminder
Of a once sweet taste
Such a fine line
Between love and hate
This strange weather warning us of harm
Strange weather calling us to arms
Strange weather bearing strange fruit
Billie Holiday sang the sad harrowing truth
Dangling corpses in the poplar trees
Silent gasps clamoring to be free
Planes crashing into gleaming towers
Bodies falling like petals of a flower
Metal burning
Smoldering flesh
Floating ashes
Blood-soaked mess
This strange weather giving me the chills
Strange weather forever and ever
Hailstorms, earthquakes and flooding lakes
Fire on the mountain
A wasted landscape
This strange weather warning us of harm
Strange weather calling us to arms
Strange weather
A whisper
A tether
Strange weather
Forever and ever
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Michelle Ciarrocca is a checker of facts by day (and night). In her spare time, she hikes with her dog Barney and goes to way too many live music shows. She also creates collages, writes poetry and short stories, and plays bass with her band, The Outskirts.
