The Tornado in the Shower

Pain, anger, sadness, chaos in my brain

Sometimes it surrounds me and hits me all at once,

like if a strong wind were to hit from all directions.

Intense feelings of pain and misery fill my bones.

It flows into my eyes

my fingertips

my stomach.

Fat, warm tears stream from my face as I begin to sob,

talking to myself as I heave words out

from the deepest parts of my soul,

dripping sticky sadness.

These sticky words flood from my mouth and into the air,

where the burning water drowns their sorrows

and they dissipate into the apathetic steam.

Then, they harden into hot anger.

Anger at myself for being myself.

My fists clench white as my muscles tighten,

immersed in the desire to explode.

My tears burn,

their intensity increasing 

as they squeeze past my scrunched, inflamed eyes.

My body is ready to fight, to fight myself.

Tear myself apart.

Ruin myself because I deserve it.

But then my body falls into the wall,

pushed over by the force of the anger

shooting out and away from my chest.

Exhausted, my tired tears trickle

into the crevice between my top and bottom lips.

My chin falls to my bare chest,

as if my forehead is being pulled down by an invisible string

that has sprouted through the floor between my feet.

The air that once rapidly flowed in and out of my lungs

now slows to a deep a heavy rhythm.

Eventually,

my hand raises to wipe away the film of tears

that has accumulated on my cheeks.

My soul numbs as the memories and thoughts recede

to their home in the pits at the center of my heart.

And my body moves on as if nothing has happened.

Author's Note

I am a new writer so any and all reviews are appreciated.