Cold winds brush my face,
as I stare out into the dark,
angry storm.
The tempest calls to me,
darkening my innocence like a resident evil.
All my devious deeds flash before my eyes.
Ashamed,
I turn my eyes from the storm,
to hide my disgrace,
but it knows.
It feels my pain and feeds off it like a starving child.
Anger rises in me.
I slam the door,
not breaking the storm’s spell.
I hear it’s derogatory screams and wails pursuing me.
I shiver,
trying to relieve the feeling of contempt.