hurricane heart

i, too, am a mixture of hot and cold

an unfortunate collision of chemistry

a spectacle

spoken about in hushed tones -

sometimes admired,

sometimes feared.

yet

a few are crazy enough to try to

fly

right

into my middle

(storm chasers )

only to learn that

the rain is just

a billion gallons worth of tears.

I’m a

savage

screaming

force of nature

spinning out of control

viciously

arms outstretched destroying everything in my path

taking innocent

(and not so innocent)

victims all the same.