#frigginhatepoems

The taste of ozone, the smell of rain, spikes with my hurried breath

Thunder rumbles in the distance, As though it is hungry

The wind howls with it, Circling like a pack of wolves

Sky blackens to night, As if the sun hides from the beast

Hair stands on end, responding to an unknown enemy

Adrenaline runs through my veins, As fear runs down my spine

Hearing nothing, seeing all

Hard to sometimes recall that

There is such a place in I

To have forgotten all the things I had

I look out and fall in