That girl is a storm,

Her rib cage rattled by the tempest

Inside her.

Visions and daydreams rise and fall like

Tidal waves;

She often talks about the ocean in her chest

But never does she mention the

Shipwreck.  

Her voice echoes like thunder over a

Spacious canyon,

And she is as destructive as lightning striking down

To Earth.

She’ll laugh as you get lost in her

Hurricane eyes

And if you aren’t careful, she’ll drown you beneath her

Clouded skies.