I have storms brewing within me,
Hurricanes, tornadoes, lightning
I am who I was and will be
Stars birthing in the sky,
bursting and creating
Universes
I was your world.

I have jungles growing within me,
Towering trees, blossoming flowers
Poisonous animals
I am what I am and what I want to be
Swaying branches and thunderous sounds
roaring and preying
on the weak
I was your adventure
With the abundance of nature’s fury
beneath my skin

I am the rough words of a struggling poet
The discombobulated jumble of rhythm less music
The unfinished art work made in the hour
of darkness
I am horror
I am chaos, utter obliteration

and you,
are nothing.

-Chloe Aldecoa