Hurricane

In the middle of a hurricane
There is silence. You get
to the outside
And it's fire. Pain.

That's what I thought he was,
as he stood tall. Leaned over me
"You're too girly," He says

He's a Hurricane
Fire. Pain. Rage

That's what I thought he was,
as he grabbed my hand. Stuck it in his face
"Is that fri*king nail polish?" He says

He's a Hurricane 
Fire. Pain. Rage. Destructiveness

That's what I thought he was,
as he shoved me. Butt down on the ground
"You're a freak girl. STAY DOWN"

He's a flipping Hurricane
Fire. Pain. Rage. Destructiveness.
And I stay in the silence.
The eye of the hurricane.

 
R

Rosepathfading

VT

15 years old

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