Howling winds
and piercing cries.
That's all she receives
as she walks the halls.
Insults sever her skull
and invade her thoughts.
They all watch from a window
of a lovely, cozy home.
They laugh.
They jeer.
It's all she hears.
They mock her from afar
about things they don't know.
They don't understand
what she is forced to face.
They don't feel
the wrath of a raging storm
each and every day.
Her life is a hateful tornado
tearing her soul to flimsy shreds.
Yet they sneer at her
for her tattered clothes
and quivering stance.
They taunt her fear of the storm
from their place under the shelter.
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