The air is heavy.
I can feel it
in my every movement,
the weight of the
droplets of air
on my bare skin
mingling with the sweat
on my arms and shoulders.
the wind rages,
turning my sweat to ice,
chilling me until
all I have left
is the single warm coal
inside my stomach.
And afterward-
I can feel her-
the Hurricane.
She seethes,
she cannot touch me,
cannot remind me,
that I am a mere
worthless, nothing.