Tempest Brew is someone. She enjoys coffee, wine (too much), and reading.
Spree
Some events happen
out of nowhere, a silence
followed by immediate
reaction
Like a rash breaking
like a glass sphere dropping
like a crash to the floor
There is no accounting
for the break and the smash
and the littered wounded
who anguish after
Damage
He is slowly killing his
body with each drop
that hangs between his lips
and then gets slurped down
When he got here, his hair
was straight, and now it's
kinked up again
A storm comes across the
river, and we must get home
before the downpour begins
Gift
It's a gift with a hook
inside
a delicate baked delight
with a tooth chipping quality
A handshake with a hidden
jolt
A hug with a sudden
twist of the arms
in the wrong painful direction
~Tempest Brew
