My Forecast
My skin is my shield
It protects me from the world
It protects the world from me
The veins in my arms and legs look like bolts of lightning
There are tornadoes roaring and coursing through my blood
There are tsunamis slamming against my ribcage
Am I the only one hearing the earthquakes?
There are forest fires flaming behind my eyes
Hurricanes relentlessly tearing at my fingertips
The chaos is addictive
The attention you give me for my unpredictable climate
I mistake it for healing
I mistake it for safety
Stop coddling my natural disasters
I beg you stop fueling the volcanoes in my stomach
Stop feeding the avalanches in my skull
I am begging you give up the appeasement of my acid rain
The uproar of nature in my bones isn’t for you to save
The torrential downpour clawing at my throat is mine
It’s my skin
It’s my lightning, it’s my hurricane, it’s my explosion
So sound the alarms and evacuate.