tempest

She has eyes like hurricanes
and with every gaze
she rustles our leafs
And as she leaves
she shakes
all out of place

She has eyes like sunflowers dried out
and she can’t stop the seeds from falling
Defaced because she sungazed
The purse of her mouth lets water out
when the levies break
she speaks not but gravitates
towards what should shoot and sprout
bloom dripped off her cheeks
copper tones on patchy sheets
She seems unfazed facing the heat
But sheds tears with her head in the clouds
Feels it’s going nowhere but round
as she tries to rest her head on beds
stuffed with shells, gunshots and flashbangs
the world scorched at her feet
She no longer gazes but faces down
Sunflower mourning