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
I just might have a few
cadavers lying around in there.
I noticed they're all
forces of nature.
They're destructive and
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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