From Blush to Bruising: A Storm Warning

A Poem

A Poem

Photo by Erik Witsoe on Unsplash

The sky, blushing pale
Turned dark as a bruise
I watched the slow shift
From wonder to clues
Of a storm brewing silent
Spitting down rain
In the calm before the crashing
I felt a shifting to pain

I remembered first blushes
How you made me feel chosen
Then burned me with rage
Spit ice ‘til I’d frozen
Then looked at me puzzled
Whi…