RANDOM WORD: FINITE
Backed into a corner
Where the wind whipped and whirled
Off the walls
Scarring, burning, blistering, blasting
Gusts of immeasurable magnitude
Thrashing through his clothes
Leaving him naked like a dream
Except he was wide awake
This is where she left him
Not with unlimited choices
But with a finite few
None of which included anything
That he wanted
He began running
Without clothes, friends, feelings, or purpose
For an undecided place
To fade away
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