The Storm
from the collection Tight Graffiti written 2/28/20
The Storm is coming
it looked down with it's pitiless gaze
and it saw us
it saw our fragile cells
it saw us thoroughly and did not care
could not care
was not designed to care
was not designed
The Storm is not sentient
or if it was
we would deify it
praise and pray to it
name it
say no and die from it
turn around and become salt by it
beg to it
we are beggars now
the kind that hide
and wear rags and may actually be
skeletons come to life
ivory bones clicking against stone
unable to wrench myself from that thought
I am confronted, mid-recoil,
by the violent and cold wind
the pressure against my inner ear
and the hard horror
that The Storm is already here.
About the Creator
Sarah Snider
I am a great lover of poetry, magic, mystery and science. I am passionate about sharing what I know about herbs and herbal medicine.
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