"you are the peace after wars
the calm after storms.
and everything insanely beautiful
that shapes after a tragedy."
- noor unnahar
no,
she is the war,
the storm,
the tragedy.
she is everything at once.
she is the sword stabbing you
through the shoulder,
every time her hand happens
to touch you.
she is the bullet in your heart.
slowly killing you,
too far in to be removed.
the adrenaline.
the rush of shock.
she is the clap of thunder,
when you're least expecting it.
she is the lightning strike,
you blink your eyes and it's over,
but you blink again,
a little bit longer,
and you can see it
under your eyelids.
she is not a tragedy.
she is the overwhelming
yet empty
emotions
of a tragedy.
the kind that are shocking.
and nothing seems real,
like you're screaming into your fucking pillow,
and there's no sound.
she is the war, the storm, and the tragedy.
