High of 92 degrees
Low of 54
High likelihood of ending
In a puddle on the floor
Hot and high humidity
At 89 percent
Near certainty of winding up
In existential dread
Expect an inch of snow today
‘Cause fuck you, it’s my forecast
To be riddled with anxiety
About things in the past
To spend the whole day writhing
In every sort of pain
Sunrise 6:19 am
Cloudy, chance of rain
External forecast/internal forecast. Powerful poem!