this storm is in me the cracks of lightning are the scraping of skin as hatred strikes the hatred gushes out of me and into others like a downpour the pounds of thunder are the pounding of my head as i feel myself spiralling deeper than ever before this storm is in me i’m laying facing the window watching glimpses of lightning, taking down tree after tree after tree in its anger soldiers falling and i’m just watching disaster strike like i’m floating outside my body watching the destruction i’m creating in my anger each punch more destructive than the last, pounding into the earth this storm is in me. my body is filled with desire, desire for love and desire for peace and if wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am a storm.