Oct
Storm Me
The swirling tides have calmed. Rippling vortex waverying on subtle axis. Teal blue and sky embossed indigo rolling over flat dripped glass like lava over ice. Sizzle and soothe. I feel the simmering in my bones, deeper and holding. Sunshine warmth seeping back into my soul where tempest ravaged and dark baubles of what-ifs swarmed.
The crack of lightning tore me. Hot tears of loss remembered, boiling over the cusp of my burnt and crackled edges. I feel the rip sliding thin and sharp along my breastbone, flesh pulling wide like doll seems unwraveling as this mental blade cuts through me.
Saddness, anger, fear and burning indecision wedge themselve between my ribs. A plague upon the unguarded meat within, I rot. Blackening and blistering with self-solution- to carry the pain within and deeper. From my blood stream to my heart the infection grows, burrowing like hook worms and festering doubt.
I bled tears over and again.
And again some more.
And more still even after that- until the calm filled me and I was clean again. Pure and whole, the canyon in my chest stitched solid with scars and clot. Seems wound, perhaps too tight, with litterate thread kneedling though this ink like an ever rewritten tattoo carved into the windows of my micoverse, forgettable with each broken tangibility.
I will hold tight for the next storm on the horizon.
