The Green Tornado

How do you write a letter to someone so destructive?

- You strike your pen like a match stick, against the rough patches of your emotions, and ignite the letter into ashes.

Dear Green Tornado,

I was finding comfort in the confines of my

closeted mind. When cumulonimbus clouds

appeared on the popcorn ceiling in my

rainbow painted room. That day I wore red

and paid no attention to the fact you were

dressed in gray. But when our eyes first met

I could've sworn I heard the rumbles from

a thunderstorm forming nearby. The

lightning shooting through my veins

synchronized with the blinks your eyes

made. You could've shocked me to my

deathbed and I would've draped a blanket

onto my lightening covered skin as I used

my last breathe to thank you. But, there

were moments when I wanted to say more

to you and everytime the umbrella, my

voice held would get blown into the winds

called my anxiety. The anxious wind would

mask my breathe and make me suffocate on

a warmth that blossomed my illusions. The

the swirling funnel within your eyes

absorbed my admiration and lifted my

being off the ground only for you to deposit

my feelings a place far away from you.

Leaving me stranded on an island where

pessimistic thoughts encouraged self-doubt

to stretch and twist my insides; a way

mother nature only could. Yet, the remedy

for moments like those were to illustrate

daydreams, on the easel of my heart.

Saturating my soul with yellow stains as

your fingertips took form of a paint bursh

that would streak my skin with love

confessions. Inhaling the intoxicating

thought of running my hands through your

wild confetti hair. Tasting the quietness of a

party within your lips; as we listen to the

bass our heartbeats make from a single kiss.

Your viridescent eyes touched the grounds

within my soil, rich soul and you

constructed a dangerous Green Tornado.

That took all the flowers planted in the

garden of my mind, letting it rip the

petals of my emotions off. Making the wind

chant the phrase, she loves me she loves me

not and the breeze answered in your voice

saying you do not.

Sincerely,
The victim who took breathes of your rejection

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