Ode to Myself 

What a tragic image…

​a beautiful tempest 

Your typhoon​

touches my land

I am reminded of the image. 

Will I catch you

​before the damage? 

Mend your self-inflicted wounds 

​That cannot bleed onto skins 

But into chests. 

​

Your veins, 

even as they ache

​​​I love you 

My catastrophic love, 

​We will rebuild. 

​As We always do. 

k.m.