You can hear her coming like an on coming storm,
The wind picks up with every mile she grows closer,
The air fills up with static,
And the scent of salt.
There will be a flash and an Earth shattering rumble,
That's the only warning you get.
Then she's there,
Raining hellfire over your world.
YOU ARE READING
The Molly Diaries
PoetryA series of poems, sayings, epiphanies and spells that I have come up with while being heavily intoxicated, on some sort of psychedelic, or when heavily inspired (some would say that's another form of intoxication.)
