HURRICANE

The girl in the window, face hanging down.

The girl in the window, sitting still.

Her red hair covering the pain in her eyes

Even though her body is posed and telling its own tale.

Her silence, silences me.

But I can see the glass vibrating and swelling from her quiet screams.

Fixated as she is on her trance of despair

I start to feel her crawl in my head through my eyes, ripping my eyelids apart.

My minds eye pauses as I now see the glass swell to its limit, 

pushing against its edges, her motionless body now grabbing at my breath.

She whips her hair around and exposes her porcelain face

And that was all it took to cause the explosion.

Shards of glass all blew towards me,

On the winds of her screams, drenched in the rain of her tears,

That only I could see, that I could only hear, that only I could feel,

Tearing through my body as the winds carried them.

She still sat there as I was ripped to pieces. 

Now drenched and bleeding on my knees, still staring at her.

But no one would know, no one would see, no one would hear.
She was my hurricane.