there is a storm brewing,
slowly like herbal tea,
deep inside my ribcage.
the kiss of rain dominates my body,
filling lungs with oceans
of searing saltwater tears.
my heart palpitates,
pulsating perfectly in impersonation
of the wind's rhythm of destruction.
the ice cold nature of time
pounds the weathered bones of my body
with her relentless hail fists.
my cracked and broken teeth
bare themselves despite the lightning
that oozes out like blood.
the way your breath catches in the light
holding clouds of dust particles just so
is just the drop of sun sent to save me.