It was raining when we met.
A storm billowed and screamed
When you walked into that room
And had all eyes on you.
The wind was loud and yet
You were louder, unclean,
The unknown danger and impending doom
And you had all eyes on you.
Like a knife through butter
You split us apart
Bringing out the red in our eyes,
The spikes on our tongues,
The sharp small mutter
And the charcoal in our hearts.
The storm in my head was a catastrophic size
And the water filled my lungs
Ready to drown me
As you blocked the sun.
10/08/2017
C.J.
