Devil's Breath

April 2, 2025

Tempests of

inclemency

Cyclones filled

with pain

Tornadoes come

and go at will

With nothing

to remain

Caught inside

their whirlwind

Whose spin to wreak

and hurl

A demon vortex

roaming wild

Destruction

— to unfurl

(The New Room: April, 2025)

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