Tempestuous

Sh at  ter e  d sky, purple cracks

flee in all directions,

frightened of the bellowing.

Berated by the earsplitting squall,

The silent onlookers simply weep,

damning the forest of victims.

Abandoned, vulnerable against the obsidian sky,

                                       Cracked,

the branch noiselessly falls to the ground.



Karianne Carter