a barren Land to be
with tail trembling beneath.
the Silence echoes,
like the noise a toddler makes in the next room
when it’s time to Worry.

the tornado Heart sees not its Destruction,
but grows with time,
takes the fuel it Found for its source,
and picks of speed.

It’s Coming.

the only preparation for a storm is to accept Defeat
and just pray, cross your fingers, and hope
that the roof Holds.