The Destruction After

The Destruction After

A Story by Yangy
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Where is my rainbow now?

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The Destruction After

 

The only forecast for the foreseeable future is darkness with lows cold as your frozen heart. For a mind that once changed like the weather, I’ve hit the never-ending winter shower. Ice cold, swift and deadly. Puddles of salt freeze over because of you. Mother Nature imposter, you control what does not belong to you, you’re fluent in a poisoned tongue I wish I didn’t speak.

 

You exist as a parallel to me. I was a flame, bright and warm whilst you were the blizzard that thrived to freeze fire, once thought to be impossible. Your burn was the frostbite of rage. Your fingers were icicles hanging above me, ready to collapse. I was life, now I’m barely a ghost. Pale and translucent, I have no secrets. I live to be open whereas you hide your chilling brainwaves as they control the masses to lust and hate. You try to make me see your ways, to live a life in your conditions but from what you’ve done, I’m stuck in an everlasting earthquake vision.

 

There’s a raging storm outside but the one in my brain is louder. Your name rains into every thought, it floods me with regret for ever trusting you. I’m drowned by the sick cruelty that was the by-product of your so-called “Love”. The cold, pink lightning crashes into the grounds because you were gone in a flash, leaving me shocked at how someone could disappear so fast. I’d have followed you into the eye of the hurricane that’s destroying buildings like the one you sent that obliterated my heart. 

 

There was no calm before. You’re a tornado, twisting words and feelings and leaving everything displaced. Little petty bricks that used to be the walls that kept me safe, splinters of the bridges you tore apart. The ground I try to stand upon has been ripped in two, exposing your mantle of destruction. I’m just a satellite to your planetary hatred, being pulled in until I crash. How can I hide from what you done to me if you’re wherever I go? What can I do to break free when you’re constantly sucking me in with a force tenfold the strength of gravity? I try to sleep and I’m deafened by the colossal downpour outside.

 

I thought I was walking into light rain when I met you, for the skies to eventually clear up and allow radiant, yellow beams to splash upon us. I was wrong. Your rain was acidic, it burned my skin in the way your looks burned into my mind. Boils that could never be burst, I am your monster. The life I lead will be on an orange raft, floating on your purple toxic sea. I’ll never be ready for the tsunami. As your waves crash higher than where I felt with you and you cross the line of the shore, I’ll scream your name in the hopes that one day you’ll hear me. I’ll caw your syllables at the sky until I am rescued.

 

But for you, there is no disaster relief, no charity. You were an injury that was self-inflicted, not only did I allow you to happen but I welcomed you in.

 

It rains my tears and my blood, the clouds are my body liquifying into nothing. A hailstorm collapses to the cracked ground from shards of my bones. No weatherman could predict this. A meteorologist would never foresee the destruction you’d bring to my mind-scape, now a fire-coated hell with pitch black smoke replacing the oxygen, soot-grey willow trees with cobwebs for leaves. You’re a nightmarish land that came faster than global warming and I ignored the signs of your apocalyptic love. Your climate change left me exposed, I had no umbrella for the debris you left in your wake, no raft to keep me afloat upon the ocean that my soul melted into. You are a bolt of electricity plummeting from the smothering clouds, shocking all in who stand in your way from getting low as possible. I am the corpse in the river, drifting away from the town murdered by your thunder, now stolen.

 

© 2018 Yangy


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I love this. I can so relate right now in my life.
These two parts are my favorite:
"I thought I was walking into light rain when I met you, for the skies to eventually clear up and allow radiant, yellow beams to splash upon us. I was wrong. Your rain was acidic, it burned my skin in the way your looks burned into my mind. Boils that could never be burst, I am your monster. " and "Your climate change left me exposed, I had no umbrella for the debris you left in your wake, no raft to keep me afloat upon the ocean that my soul melted into."
Your words really paint a picture here. Thank you!

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I love this. I can so relate right now in my life.
These two parts are my favorite:
"I thought I was walking into light rain when I met you, for the skies to eventually clear up and allow radiant, yellow beams to splash upon us. I was wrong. Your rain was acidic, it burned my skin in the way your looks burned into my mind. Boils that could never be burst, I am your monster. " and "Your climate change left me exposed, I had no umbrella for the debris you left in your wake, no raft to keep me afloat upon the ocean that my soul melted into."
Your words really paint a picture here. Thank you!

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"Mother Nature imposter, you control what does not belong to you, you’re fluent in a poisoned tongue I wish I didn’t speak."
"You’re a tornado, twisting words and feelings and leaving everything displaced."
Man, I'm glad I read this. I wasn't sure what to expect because of the length but the way you've written and worded it, it's like a poet's dream with the emotion and passion with every word, a warning to not be this person who unleashed this storm of emotion. Seriously, this is brilliant, well-done.


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