Calm Down

Windows rattling, doors swinging clamoring for a break from the rock tight bolts.

The bright light in the room diffused with thunderstorms won’t let me continue with my sleep.

The anger on Joel’s face won’t bother a piece of peace, rather distort with furrows of confusion on my face too.

“Let me look away to avoid the fire in his eyes, I tell myself.” Just a peep or glimpse feels like pepper is flowing bark to sight.

The patches and stitches on the right cheek make a foreign version of a terminator in him.

Whoa!!! Hadn’t yet seen the perched muscles.

Now am like “host the test, calm down thee humble soul”.

Get close to my bed, I got a whisp to make. It goes like.... “despite the monster in you, you are still my baby Boo”