My hatred is a cloud,

Dark, filled with anticipation.

Laying on the grass the clouds

become bunnies and bows.

Some stretch like cotton candy

and some like taffy



A thunder in the distance

I hear.

An illumination of lighting

I see.

A scream of serpent fires

I speak.



Words become muffled

behind my tears.

Slowly tearing apart

all that I am.

No longer will I take

what my father has done.



The hatred moves across the sky.

Disappearing in a wisp of smoke.

Blending to the color of the heavens.

Into the clouds it drifts

becoming one.



Moisture I feel

as i wipe my face

free of burden.

The clouds

released my hatred

through their tears.



The cloud knows as it

empowers my strength

to make me invincible that

I walk and push away

my father

to stop

him from harming

my sister and mother.



The clouds bunch together

in a dark charcoal storm

fueling my rage

making me a red cloud.

Alone.



My teeth become unknown

as they gnaw and tear

at flesh. My hatred

is a cloud.

It is scaly.

Black eyes it has

with claws that reach.

I am me no longer.



A wondering thought

of morality glides

and makes the red cloud

disappear. White

puffy bunny tails

and cotton candy

is what i see as lay

here in the grass thinking

about the day my mother,

sister and I drifted away

from my father.