the blustering winds
can't touch me
they're getting stronger
by the day
and it's okay because for now
i'm in the storm's eye
a sacred place
of tranquil numbness
but when the storm finally
gets ahold of me
the gale forces will
rip me apart
and no trace of me
will reside
YOU ARE READING
coffee stains
Poetrya kaleidoscopic look at a life full of ups and downs, laid out in a poetic form. // highest rank: #4 in poetry // // other works include; l i t t l e n o t e s, highest rank: #1 in poetry and JESSICA // *cover by @flawed_stars_
