Watching the crackling lightning Amidst deafening thunder
You welcome the beast with open arms
Savour its rage and fury, parallel to your own
Gentle waves breaking against the shore
While the inner depths churn and writhe
Yearning to unleash like the storm in the skies
By you swallow the poison and let it consume you as it trickles down your throat and into the bottle where more of it tosses and turns,
Threatening to spill
And when it finally erupts, you shatter the bottom, leaving the top intact.
Let the poison stay in for it is yours and only yours to keep
Let it mould for you emotions so strong that even the sinners tremble in their graves, anticipating
your fall Your wrath
That they'll never live to see
YOU ARE READING
Unturned stones
De TodoI speak for those who can't, won't, shouldn't, etc. I also speak for myself. Because why the heck not?
