Leah Rodriguez, Tempest

Tempest

LEAH RODRIGUEZ

I have loathed you since sunrise. It seemed as though you were the reason nothing in my life ever went right; It's always been your fault. There’s no proof or evidence to back this claim but it makes it all the easier to set All the hatred, All the space, All the words of reclusiveness, of impious spawn on you.

You are the setback, The drawback, The reasoning behind all my problems and I’ll forever love to blame you, To hate you, Justify me against you. No action or vocabulary is enough to spew the insanity you’ve caused, The insanity I live with day in and day out.

You are the trifling antagonist in this story and I’ll forever play the victim card because my ignorance of denial Will not play into the arrogance of your lottery. Jubilation and retreat across this destroyed ballroom; I feel at constant wits with you.

As Vivaldi storm plays, The hailing against a seemingly perfect Summer's day, We dance in between all the chains of clashing flesh, Staining of tears, and water residue from Spring’s ultimate shower of bashful shame And in between the crushed petals.

I find myself still dancing with you, Crawling back to you. I sprint, Feet pounding against the pavement, Lungs struggling for air, Heart palpitating against the cage of bones, Pores weeping blood.

I bleed. Collide with numbers, With dimes paradoxes of lies From the begging of weaklings criticizing and critiquing.

We dance, Pulling and pushing, Grieving and celebrating. You have me under a hold, Under your thumb; Mocking laughter From such a sharp taunt tongue: The hailing against a seemingly perfect Summer's day. We dance in between all the chains, Singing lullabies of insults from my name. Residue of shame. Spring showers bring forth the fruitful manner And just as the last movement comes to an end, I’ll collapse in your arms waiting For our dance to start over again. Except from this point on, I’ll be leading and we’ll be dancing To your least favorite song.