A storm came
one that my heart ached
and as the sky flashed I felt most alive.
When it struck,
fast and hard,
it was like a spirit
one that had been dying to be set free.
Lightning to sand
created something
beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Black Coffee
PoetryA series of small things that cause my brain to erupt in what looks like words. Poetry, prose, and small excerpts. ***there are some explicit/triggering chapters*** ***Mostly dark material*** ♤ "It flows through my veins. Kind of like a plant that...
