Hurricane Season

I awake among the wreckage—
the aftermath of a failed attempt
to reason with a whirlwind

I knew what safety looked like
before I walked straight into your epicenter

There is recollection of spinning
and not much else after goodbye

Tossed and turned by violent winds—
silent resignation

Debris with forgotten value
hurled out of sight,
followed by me
thrown miles into your destruction


About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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