Standing in the Living Room

Her grandmother’s words surged
as the storm’s crescendo on the metal rooftop engraved deeper and thicker into her childhood bones

The ridges of the valley
unmoored the ghost clouds
before her a charred living room
echoed with its fallen walls

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