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The Whipping Forecast

The Whipping Forecast

written by: Ellie Ness



Gale’s marriage was stormy, gusty, her visibility poor
a blight
hidden by chador, and bruises – gradually easing later
with ice.
His fist, imminent – never moderate
veering, cyclonic
A hoar!
Rather quickly she moved out
rough, very rough – then phenomenal
occasionally falling, steadily rising
Gutsy now,
frost between them is predicted

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