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Hurricane (Not gonna say the name, it's a secret. Lol)
In this day, And on this day, I fear no longer. My heart is full of love My soul is not empty. Occasionally, I feel paranoia, I feel grief, sadness, and depression. But it happens far less often. For now, the gaping hole in my heart Is slowly closing in Instead of folding out. Because my heart has false hope And my mind is always racing. The taste of the air fills my nose And my throat swallows it whole. The smell is sweet and sour Salty with a mix of vinegar. It’s dusty and old, briny. But somehow, I’ve never smelled it before. It must be fear. Because I smell it when I’m near the red-headed son. I used to smell it as I lay with the snake, But I lay with the snake no longer. I smell it when I’m alone And when I see things in the shadows. I smell it during horror movies When people are hiding under blankets. So perhaps I still harbor some fear. But then again, everyone does at times. Before, my harbor was full, But a storm came by A hurricane And it wiped out more than half my stock. So now I only have a few sailboats. My fear sails by smoothly Thanks to the hurricane. I have always loved to watch storms…. The trees being thrown around wildly; The seas rolling violently; The aftermath, cool and quiet. I love the sky and how the Earth dies But only just for a moment. Then everything slowly springs back to life again. But this storm…. The hurricane Was the best storm I had ever seen. It rolled through slowly, ripping out everything that got in it’s path. Everything, but my few sailboats. It was my favorite stormy experience. I stood in the middle of it, Standing in the eye, In his eyes, His gaze, And for once, I felt whole Instead of the hole in my heart…. But then he looked away And the eye of the hurricane passed by. The storm came raging back And my heart exploded. My heart unfolded again And I thought I was alone. But I looked over to see the snake, It’s forked tongue trembling in hiss. It mocked me with it’s gaze, But it didn’t even know the connection Between the hurricane and I. So I stood there, And I watched the sky, Waiting for the hurricane to make it’s turn. The storm had cleared and the night came back. There were so many stars in the sky, The tears of the fallen angels. And then there was the North Star My tears shed clustered together…. But they made the star. For I sent it into the sky So that the hurricane could always find me. But as long as the snake was near, The hurricane wouldn’t come back. So I just ignored the snake And I hoped that it would leave But it never did. So one night, I lie down to watch the stars. I fell asleep while I waiting for the hurricane. That night, the snake sank it’s fangs into my paper skin. So I awakened and cried out. Now it’s venom is in my blood. I am now haunted. For the snake left that night But now I see it everywhere I look. I smell the enamel of it’s skin. Now when the hurricane comes by And I stand in it’s eye, His eyes, His gaze, I do feel better, But the hole is still there. It just becomes invisible And shrinks a little. But still…. He makes the pain go away Even if it’s just for a little while…. He is my serenity. The hurricane makes the breath worth it. Hurricane (What's-His-Face)…. The Perfect Storm…. And every time he looks at me, I feel my chest tighten As my heart’s hole closes up a little. And for a few seconds, It seems like we’re the only people on the planet…. Every time he looks at me… I just get a feeling… That I know it’s right…. And I know it’s true… Take me away… Hurricane (What's-His-Face)….
