Tonight the sky and I

are both lit up. 

Pulsing bolts of lightening

through my heart .

Ready to ground myself, 

as the people, they

run for cover .

I’m at peace with

being in pieces.

Broken can be beautiful,

and beauty can be broken.

Thunder booms after I strike.

Just like the neon bolts

that guide my route tonight.

My fortune is almost

always my downfall.

Too hot to handle,

too powerful to grasp.

There is beauty in sadness,

and sadness in beauty. 

I am an impressive

storm of a woman.

Feared by both men

and women alike.

I conduct my own stories,

and I rage alone.

The road is my story,

my story is my home.


© Cat King







Photo by Phil Knott with additional editing by Cat King