Putting letters into envelopes
Outside affixing addresses
Sending them from random mailboxes
That way they can’t trace it back to him
And when his victims open them?
Giving them something they will never forget
Everyone loves a fresh hundred-dollar bill, even if they are homemade
Gripping the dirt like he was afraid to fall into the sky
Really it was his muscles clenching all at once
Outside the thunder rumbled, marking sonically where he had been zapped
Under those angry clouds, the smell of ozone persisted
Not that the people with the ski masks on noticed. They were too busy trying to flee, but they
Didn’t have time because Thor stood back up and smiled. “Now it’s my turn.”
She cuddled up to him under the covers
Pulling her body along his to get warm
Outside the wind blew and the cold rain fell
Outside the chaos of jobs and bills demanded attention and yet…
None of that mattered. They were together in that moment
Outside she was closed, boarded up with locks and everything
People passing by saw there was absolutely no way in
Except that one guy that came by every day and sat there and listened
Now they are each other’s happily ever after
Knowing hands twisted and tied the thick cords with ease
Noting where the rope had begun to fray
Outside the wind began to howl, which he thought fitting
There was no better accompaniment when at the gallows
Vehicle for fluids is raised for another toast
Enables waking dreams as you stumble being possessed
Sometimes you can host a multitude of different spirits simultaneously
Such as wine, beer, and hard liquors
Enough visitors that you reach your max occupancy limit, and you’re forced outside your body
Leaving you empty and full of yourself at the same time
Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place
Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are
Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care
Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space
Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life
Getting aggressive during play fighting
Oblivious to the dangers at hand
Outside the air was turbulent with drama
Such that the only thing you could do to get out of the spinning rut was eject from the situation.
Except that damn glass ceiling got in the way, killing any hope of promotion
Zebras frolicking among the polar bears
Outside the eagle screeches in longing to fly high
Observe nature in their not natural environment
The lightning and thunder are at his command
His hand holding a spinning Mjolnir
Outside he looks like he is as calm as the eye of a hurricane
Reality was the true storm was raging inside
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