Mind-hurricane.

You in my rearview mirror,
broken bones and severed tongues.
Driving off was like an ocean song,
malevolent waves beating on past shores.

When you taste the music,
feel it play throughout your body,
you may have found home.

Riding into the navy-green wormhole
warms my unprotected heart.

Arythmic drums will pound upon souls;
leave no trace, leave no testimony.
Escape before it falls.