Storm BCR

Toes are curling
Thin trickling treacles of tension
Tormenting  my heart.
To battle
A physical revulsion
To win
An evil compulsion.

Dread gumming  the cheeks
To shout out would be to
Lose all the air I breathe.

Wreaths  of whorling anger
Collude and coalesce
The tears of fury gathering
Crash of  dread.
The shores of life destabilized
Upsetting tectonics
Ground to retreat
Cut off beneath my feet.

Serrating pulsation prior to eruption
The brain magma mounts
melting and menacing
And I am afraid
I am quite in a  trance
The momentous pause
Before
My Nataraj dance

As the gale forces the anemometer into a harrowing craze
Bending breaking erasing
All trace of compassion
I am now goddess
Not your victim
I am tri kaya
The three eyed terrible wench
Watch out
A wild storm is coming
My foul rage outbreaking
Either
Heaven with Earth 
embrace
Or
This storm  annihilates
your wickedness.

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