Stroms

She is a storm.
Her words are hurricanes
trapped in glass castles
and her mind is
full of thunder that
rattles her all the way down
to her rib cage.
She does not realize that her
colors make the storm
that much more beautiful;
dark, mysterious, and powerful-
she is the perfect example of
the way darkness is able to
create the most
hauntingly gorgeous
tempest.
She doesn’t realize
she is a force of nature but
someday she will look in the mirror
and instead of seeing destruction
she will see creation.
—  B.L.