The Blizzard
My mother says
I’m a blizzard
She also compared me to
a volcano
And a tornado
She said my room was like
a hurricane
And that my closet was
so messy
I might have a few
Cadavers lying around in there
Anyway—the storms?
I noticed they’re all
Massive calamities
Uncontrollable forces of nature
They’re destructive
Haunting—
Almost beautiful
I like that idea:
Being dangerous and beautiful
But I don’t know if that’s exactly what she meant.
Copyright © Margorie Clemente | Year Posted 2015
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