Some people are in love with electricity
They want to be so close to the storm
That they feel the lightning crackling between their toes and rain dripping down their thighs,
They want to make love to the hurricane.
But I’m a different kind of storm-chaser
I don’t get high from the voltage when I walk into the tornado’s mouth.
I guess it’s just important for me to overcome
The world’s darkness by staring it in the face,
Not looking away,
Reaching out my hand,
Take it,
Refusing to howl.
Knowing I won’t blow away.
About the Creator
Ella Bogdanova
Drop by drop I mourn the sea.
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