tempest

you swallow your breath as
thunder bleeds onto the
mauve sky, next comes the
pouring rains that are
characteristic of april,
and second comes you,
the monsoon.

i thought of barricading
myself from your stormy
winds but you prey on
boundaries. you’ve clearly
rehearsed for this, the waltzing
in and taking center stage as
spotlights fixate on you –
you put on a show as you
dismantle every part of
my ego. and by the first
warm tinge to stain the sky,
you will dissipate,
leaving me wondering
if you were even here,

but the scars tell me
otherwise.