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Marta Reyes-Zamora

Eye of the Storm

One day I’ll be a hurricane— 

one whose arrival you don’t anticipate.

My anger thundering through the city.

The dark clouds of your cruel actions surrounding you.

The lightning flashing my painful memories.

My tears as loud as pouring rain you won’t ignore.

As the wind roars, telling the story of my shattered heart.

Within the eye of the storm lies my troubled soul. 


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