I am thunder, I am storm.
I am the raging tide
drowning your pity.
Your hands reach
for my cleansing fire -
death’s offering.
I grant your desire,
swallowing your pride,
coveting your madness
with my healing balm.
Healing Balm © 2024 Rena Aliston. All rights reserved.
This poem was written for a prompt on Instagram and will be included in the poetry book Conjure Volume 2.