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Natural Disaster


A thunderstorm brews on my lips, 
a hurricane wrecks my heart.
There is a wildfire blazing in my chest
a tornado seems to reside in my head. 
Tsunamis rest just behind my eyelids, 
Floods threaten just behind them.
Earthquakes shake my bones
and a volcano threatens to explode in my lungs.
An avalanche erupts just behind my toes. 
My wrists hold a thousand blizzards, 
my ankles barely contain landslides. 
‘You’re a disaster’ they scoff 
as they eye the things raging inside of me. 
No, I correct their mistake: I am several of them. 
I have simply learned how to control the weather.

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ansley

I am Ansley. I am a coffee drinker, a hugger, and a puppy loving extraordinaire. I will talk about books for hours on end, and I will laugh at anything remotely comical. I work with students with special needs. I'm double majoring in special ed. & psychology (because I'm a nerd). I'm a leftie. I write from time to time, but it's hardly ever anything good. Get on my level.

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