Sirens are blaring.

The sound echoes in my chest, vibrations bouncing off of my heart.

The flash-flood comes first.

My pictures of you are contorted and disfigured as they are seen through blurred vision.

Overflowing anger, pouring out through my words, and eyes.

My head aches as repressed thoughts of you slam against the mental walls I’ve boarded and paneled for the storm to come.

And with thunder roar g to escape and lightning singeing my heart, the secrets overcome me as they slam down hard, like crashing waves.

Each individual secret causes more pain, like each individual rain drop in the hail.

While warm memories of our past float around, the cold distant memories entangle with them.

And the two extremes in temperature, swirling around one another, at different pressures, different intensities, create in my mind altogether, a tornado.

A horrible act of nature, a natural disaster, that leaves behind a trail of destruction… Where my sanity should be.