Calm your winds- I’m trapped inside anyways.

I hate your storms. You rain mercury. Standing some place where the light begins and the shadows end. The damage feels infinite, but it’s not unless you let it. I’m still boarding up the windows just in case.

I think back to the Farris wheel at the fair we used to go to every summer. It’s rickety edges and rusted seats illuminating in a sunset that I swore would never end. But it did. I raised my hands like a truce and you kept yours tucked behind your back folded in the shape of a gun. And I was so fucking afraid of heights, that when we got to the top, I held my breath- told myself I’m not sure if I could ever wander past the clouds, because this is my limit. This is all I can handle. This is some form of finality for me. I wish could tell me something about my strength that I don’t already know.

Cut your hand on the gate as we left the park- red swirls drowning your palm. Was it proof that you’re actually living and breathing? Drew a target on my back with the plasma and I didn’t even notice because I was too busy facing the sun. Facing the sun. Facing the sun. Facing the sun. I set in some sort of darkness that follows me everywhere. Maybe you knew that all along. Covering my tracks so that I believed it was nothing but sunshine.

Venom doesn’t kill you instantly. Sometimes it lingers until it reaches your heart- and mine aches and aches and aches. Not enough to kill me, just to make me think about surrendering for awhile. Hide away and lick my wounds until they heal. Wash it away with the rainwater. Feel the ground shake when your about to cause another hurricane. Lock the doors because you can’t get through. I have shadows in my eyes now, so I couldn’t see you if I tried. So you might as well calm your winds, because I’m trapped inside anyways. AMT