the hurricane the storm with no center
and I and I have lost an eye
I have lost who I
used to be or thought I was
its gone under and I didn't pause
to sheathe my streaming claws
or wipe my bleeding mouth
when I was done with it
I lost it in the storm
or I tore it apart as the storm
I don't know and couldn't care
whatever it was is gone now
scraps and fragments in the dusty air
and I am free
all these teeth and claws had to be
somewhere and before it was me
now they are me and beware
beware the bite
for there is poison down the fang
and malice on the tongue
I am the storm
and the storm is me.
You were everything
and now I'm free.
How do you like me
how do you like me now?
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