Don't let her catch you.

If she does, God only know what will happen.

A tornado

starts as small as micro organisms but,

can be as deadly

as touching lightning.

From the outside she’s timid

Standing bright red amongst yellow stars

She’s spiteful,

Like the rotation of moon and sun.

Maybe; just maybe

more like death and sleep

She’s got problems

no solution

Stacked like pancakes

no illusion

She can’t escape reality

swallows her more than lost love on a island.

Remotely stuck

No companion

No worth assumed

She cries at night

Alone on her own

Tragedy in the realm of fire and stone.