Brain Goo: A Collection Of Poems

the smell before a storm

The smell before a storm
The heaviness of the laden clouds, yearning to leak
The stillness of the air, an almost false sense of tranquility
Low flying birds in search for shelter from the upcoming rain

The eggshells under my feet
as I tiptoe around you
The silence ringing in my ears, soon to be replaced by shouting
Flinching every time you so much as look in my direction
The smell before a storm