Hurricane

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.
Then-
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-
nothing.
I can feel her-
the Hurricane.
She seethes,
she cannot touch me,
cannot remind me,
that I am a mere
human,
worthless, nothing.