the storm inside

i.

on the first day

of feeling everything

she wanted to be a storm

so she could crackle

and scream

and break

without anyone questioning her noise.

ii.

hail hit her window

like a slap in the face.

she felt worn

and beaten

and bruised.

the rain washed away

her sanity

until she couldn't

find her mind

so she sat

beneath the downpour

and tried to melt.

thunder rattled

her ribcage until she felt like

she couldn't breathe-

she started to suffocate.

iii.

on the fourth day

of feeling nothing

she wished lightning would

strike her

so she would turn to

ash

and never have to

cry again.