The storm was eerie today.
I was standing outside,
Tears streaming down my face.
Soon they were joined by rain.
It was cold and bright.
I screamed.
The thunder echoed me.
Nature was hurting too.
Or maybe she was trying to soothe my wounds.
I went inside.
To lie in bed,
Dripping wet.
Pondering things that will never come to pass.
I peered out the window,
Just in time to see lightning flash.
It excited me.
I wish it didn’t.
The exhilaration is involuntary.
I hear the faint sounds of electric rhythm.
She Wants Revenge is on repeat,
Mixing with the storm,
Accentuating every beat.
I’m baffle by their insight.
How can a man tell the story of a broken woman so well?
From her perspective,
Like he knows how she feels.
And what she’s thinking when she’s all alone.
Maybe it’s because he loved her,
And absorbed her, and destroyed her,
Their true feelings now unknown.
But passion haunts me.
As I sink into their tale.
Hoping this storm will cleanse me.
And that Rachel will prevail.