Messy

Sitting, engine idled.

Silence.

“Is that all that happened?”

I shake my head, there’s too much.

It’s messy.

But I unravel.

His blood boils.

He’s seething.

Telling him was a mistake.

Door slams,

I follow.

The clouds he produced

smelled sweet today.

He was bitter.

Small sparks fly,

Rain clouds cover my eyes.

I’m sorry.

It was an accident.

It’s too much.

Time to flee.

Yelling.

Screaming.

Rage.

Thunder cracks across the sky,

But it’s only drizzling.

No lightning.

An area in disarray,

But a messier situation.

He doesn’t stop.

Everything is destroyed.

We’re destroyed,

But that wasn’t his fault.

The one thing he didn’t break,

I did.