when a storm's expected
the whirling power of silence
takes over me
and I cannot do a single
thing, but watch;
observe
how the tornado gets
swiped off by
a heartbreak

I feel tingling in my chest
I feel like the big
nothing is smothering me
silent hands
going up, against
my neck
softly following the line
of life and death

the flowers turn into stone
and I am completely torn
apart

nothing
I could do
but simply stand

and watch