The Blizzard

My mother says my mind is a blizzard.

She also compared my emotions to
a volcano and my heart to a tornado.

She says my room is a
a hurricane and that my closet is
so messy,

I just might have a few
cadavers lying around in there.

Anyway""the storms?

I noticed they're all
massive calamities""
these uncontrollable,
forces of nature.

They're destructive and
almost beautiful.

And I like that idea:
being dangerous and beautiful.

But I don't know if that's exactly what she meant.

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