Catherine Micqu

Untitled (or raging storm)

Through the raging storm, I can see your radiating soul; your sparkling beauty that leads me away from the safe shore. You are begging and pleading for me to descend into the obscure with you, but there is still some fight in me. I am swimming against the current, refusing to bow down before you. O, but I see you and I want you to see me too, before you devour me and throw my rotting pieces into the fire. Dust. Your sweet soul is burning me, and there will be no ember left to rekindle. Burnt alive by the searing passion you ignited in me. My ashes will be blown away by the wind where I will become one with you, in the eye of the raging storm.

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