It happens in a flash –
the sulking of a lifetime climbs skyward
to club the sun with clouds.
I take to the shrouded streets
with a mouth of molten air,
scaring the kindness out of strangers.
Never has the danger
of disconnection been so apparent.
My larynx is broken
and I’m brimming
with unspoken sentiments.
These pent-up, discontented entities
circumvent my fevered brain,
which feigns surprise,
and faints like a metaphor
drained of all its content.
-r. miller
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