hope

there is a storm brewing,

slowly like herbal tea,

deep inside my ribcage.

 

the kiss of rain dominates my body,

filling lungs with oceans

of searing saltwater tears.

 

my heart palpitates,

pulsating perfectly in impersonation

of the wind's rhythm of destruction.

 

the ice cold nature of time

pounds the weathered bones of my body

with her relentless hail fists.

 

my cracked and broken teeth

bare themselves despite the lightning

that oozes out like blood.

 

but maybe,

 

the way your breath catches in the light

holding clouds of dust particles just so

is just the drop of sun sent to save me.

This poem is about: 
Me
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