On The Nature Of A Storm
And if you're caught in the storm, where will you go?
I swing from the rooftops
Grasping the umbilical cord of the storm,
Leaping from bolt to bolt and narrowly
Outrunning the rumbling disapproval
Following close on my heels.
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White-hot against the palm of my hands,
Magic crackles through my veins
Leaving long scars in their wake
As the electric current of life marks me
A survivor, a fighter, a dreamer.
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Something that cannot be vanquished.
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I skirt between the raindrops and dip below the waves.
Laughing with the growling sky, I dive
Into the thick canopy of a dark sea
To be spat out above the pale blue sky
Amidst an ocean of black, speckled only with blips of awe
And hardened imagination.
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The pretty things, the docile babes of Mother Earth
Cannot hope to touch me here
In the place of turbulent storms and unending,
Unyielding vastness that could swallow me whole
With nary a notice, a thought.
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A grain of sand tucked up against a shoelace.
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Invisible and unseen, darkness coils around my throat
Delicately covering the lightning bolt memories
Standing proud across my vulnerabilities.
The pressure suffocates the living, breathing, comfort
From my lungs in puffs of terror for nothing is guaranteed.
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Not the soil once beneath my feet
Nor the vast expanse of blue rolling above my head.
The sun is a glass of souring milk and I’m too eager,
Pouring myself a drink before looking at the expiration.
Dust has gathered in our bones and won the war
On our oldest ancestors.
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This darkness, it watches.
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It recoils, removes its limbs from around my neck
And I am left with the quiet moving air between us:
The unvanquishable girl who danced in storm clouds
And the beast that conquers all.
Mirror images of the same side of the same coin.
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Stillness holds us there while titanic awe keeps our breath quick,
Shallow as though we've both forgotten the core of our existence
In the face of one another.
Even universes end and the one gently spawned from the bright seeds
And black dirt spewing from our lungs has come to die.
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The face of the storm cracks,
Far-off sirens fade with a final sigh.
I landed in the lap of the darkness
Only to return to a light that somehow seemed dim,
The end of a storm that suddenly felt like the end of something more.
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About the Creator
Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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