Hurricane Poem by Maya Hanson

I drop my eyes,
you see through me
I'm translucent even though
speech leaves scorch marks on my skin.

I still smile at sculptures
even when they're shattered
I'm translucent when you go
worlds spin on inside my head.

I think fate scratches
at my bedroom door
I'm translucent, lights go out
darkness settles me, messy though it is.

Sleight of hand and
I have skin again
but it's translucent in this rain
We can't hear it, we're a hurricane.