Tornado

without warning.

To Be Drained and Full
All at once.
I smile,
I laugh,
I sing,
I dance—
and then...
you enter,
a tornado
without warning.

Heavy.
Urgent.
Your agony pulls me in.
I spin—
trapped
in your vortex of pain.

My lungs fight for breath,
each draw a gasp.
Your home,
my end.
Your comfort,
my undoing.

I wasn’t made
to carry two weights...
Still,
I do.
Smiling—
to conjure yours with mine,
even as I rot
within.