|(rain through my window)|
LIVING THE TEMPEST
Wet noise ferociously batters everything
I view outside.
Electric flashes start my heart
like Frankenstein’s quick pumps,
movement, life jumps, so fuzzy,
then death again
until the next.
I watch, listen, safely cradled by the silence inside,
as stealthily, fluid pieces of storm
seep in through hidden cracks.
Submitted to: Dverse Poets