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After a Rainstorm
Christina, Age 13, Phoenix, AZ

                     
Swirling mist envelops me,
around my ankles,
around my arms,
its bony fingers wrapping me.

It conceals me from reality,
drowning the colors,
drowning the sound of plip plop,
completely blinding me.

I swim through the thickness desperately,
looking up,
looking down,
but eerie shadows are all I can see.

Fog feathers up the whole city,
blurring out details,
blurring my mind,
after a rainstorm of intensity.

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