I am a hurricane with skin.
I’m falling apart perfectly.
I’m an earthquake between gritted teeth.
I am a massacre with open arms.
I am a plague entombed in jokes and apologies.
I am cosmic radiation in a hoodie.
I am turbulence lulling you to sleep with a song.
I am a sniper with baked goods.
I am fire swirled in a coffee cup.
I am a breakdown that’s gone too far.
I’m a subtle reminder that time doesn’t change.
I’m the weight of the world, on your shoulders.
I am devastating loss with no answers.
I am the teardrops in the rain.
I am depression.
I am rage.
I am loss.
I am conflicted.
I am broken.
I am doubt.
I am a tsunami wrapped up in cells and fat.
I am the pieces on the floor.
I am one of many.
I am the past that keeps you from sleep.
I am the present that feels more like a curse.
I am the future that was taken away.
I am the blackest skies and the deadliest waters concealed in two eye balls and a smile.
I am grief.
I am frustration.
I am hopelessness.
I am darkness.
I am the end.
