Emotional Storm by Mike Williams 07/25/2016 @ 3:38 A.M.

Furrowing of the brows like storm shutters slapping closed,
The wind whistles as the breath flairs from her nose,
Her eyes begin to yellow of hatred, anger, and flame,
Like a force of nature she clouds up and spits out rain.

Her words sharpen against my flesh as if flying debris,
I'm shaken to my core and stripped bare as tree leaves,
A flash of tongue, another strike, then the eye of the storm,
A moment of silence to reflect, wishing I was never born.

The house lay in wreckage as the frame barely stands,
And I in shock, paralyzed, as her face passes again,
A wall of fury whips around and violent droplets beat down,
The house that love built comes crashing to the ground.