Confession at Dawn

A storm set the stage for the one-act play,
its raging mass of brute strength screaming,
and no one could hear it.

A white smiling halo fell into
the hell of knowing, the torn dress, bruises
hidden in the blinding blackness –
hollow eyes washed crystal by the rain,
the crying of the physical universe.

An eerie silence followed the storm, and peace.
Still, the wind of the storm roars like a wild animal
bangs limbs against the windows,
slams shutters tight against the house.