this moment
between storms
where the air
is thick
with unshed tears
a pressure
squeezing tightly
a world
on the verge
of deflation
a sense of elation
that this
mockery
is teetering

i long to
collapse
fall into you
forget the
languishing
dismay that circles
a swarm of
tiny flies
biting the soft
underside of
insecurities
drawing blood
leaving welts
in the shape
of a heart

sitting between
promised storms
wasting away
in the quiet
flashes
waiting for the
next clap of
aching destruction