Savannah Benson

 

Beautiful Destruction

 

 

Flames;

In my chest.

Raindrops;

On my cheek.

One burns.

The other

Soothes,

Much like you.

…

One minute,

A volcano

Exploding

Covering everything in ash.

The next,

A calm gentle rain

To wash it all

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You’re the first flower

After winter.

And the first summer fire.

The first spring hurricane.

And the last rising sun.

You are beautiful destruction

Like a wildfire

That illuminates the sky.

…

You are the end of this world

And the new beginning;

The first blade of grass,

And the first stinging bee.

You are perfection.

You are flaws.

You are everything in between.

You are queen.