Bedroom Tornado

Messy and torn apart bed sheets like
A wild tornado has swept through
The bedroom. Chaos strewn across
The room like a gust of wind coming
Through this sleepy town. A strike
Of lightning hits and like the blue
Sky the walls crack open. I am lost
In turmoil, but I listen for a humming

Sound of the electric air. I am twenty
All over again as I watch the tornado
Gets big with every minute. The light
Dims as the room darkens and this is
The center of the storm. I know any
One would be really scared to throw
Themselves right into it but my flight
Mode dissipates. I see everything fizz

And pop like fireworks on the 4th of
July. A tornado where there was love.