Lightening whips her bones, electrocuting the fragility.
The sea in her heart screeches, spraying wayward waters and sinking the ship of her emotions.
Ears no longer buy the honey dripped words as the lullaby, for the harrowing gales are there to sing for them.
The tempest rages in her mind, eroding skepticism of her worth.
Skin exhibits the scars, so deep, beautiful and frightening like the eye of the hurricane.
Eyes witness the faint glow of sun, penetrating the black clouds, the glow of hope, so ethereal that goosebumps trace the living.

Even the mildest of breezes can morph into the most violent of storms.