Brewing Storm

words are an itch today

under my skin

that i can’t scratch

poetry is burning

in my blood

sweet and acid

music is buzzing

in my brain

i am static


calm before

the storm

dressed in nothing

but shadow

and bare skin

the threads

of our world

slip through

my fingers

like silk

mine to weave

into new patterns

feel like

i could

explode out

into a million


become birth

of a new universe


whether i want you

to ground me

contain me

before the situation

becomes critical

or scream at you

to run

before I go



© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


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