Storm Through

she’s a triple threat  
clockin it  
clockin it again  
still fuckin clockin it  

she’s the doorway stare  
mug in hand  
that hmm  
interesting  
silence  
people pretend  
they don’t notice  

she’s the storm pulse  
the thunder  
under my  
chill as fuck  
expression  
the smirk I pull  
when the room  
gets weird  
that drag of  
oh babe  
you’re really doing this  
in front of  
witnesses  

she’ll storm through  
and fuckin LEAVE  
THE WRECKAGE  

she’s the face I make  
when someone  
says wild shit  
and I run the math  
laugh  
fight  
or leave  
their ass behind  

she’s the quiet one  
people underestimate  
til I open my mouth  
and rearrange  
the room’s  
confidence  
she’s the storm  
that sprinkles polite  
while forecasting  
your downfall  

she’ll storm through  
and fuckin LEAVE  
THE WRECKAGE  

she’s the inhale  
before the blade  
turns clever  
the calm  
before my storm  
snaps  
that warning shot  
mind your manners  
keep your shit tidy  
in my  
airspace  

she’ll storm through  
and fuckin LEAVE  
THE WRECKAGE  

she’s unbothered  
as fuck  
but don’t  
get it twisted  
I’m taking notes  
and they’re all  
accurate  

she’s the thunder roll  
right before  
the lights flicker  
the small nod  
that says  
keep talking babe  
I love watching you  
walk yourself  
into my weather  

she’ll storm through  
and fuckin LEAVE  
THE WRECKAGE  

she’s the side eye saint  
of I told you so  
the queen of  
you really thought  
I didn’t know  
please  
I clocked it  
mid breath  

she’s the raised brow  
that says  
try me babe  
I’m bored enough  
to make this  
funny  
and dangerous  

she’s the low  
fuckin thunder  
that shuts up  
a whole room  
the soft voice  
sweetheart  
don’t make me  
correct you  
fuckin publicly  

she’ll storm through  
and fuckin LEAVE  
THE WRECKAGE  

she’s judging  
the room  
and the room’s mother  
and the questionable  
ass decisions  
that made  
the mother  

she’s the quiet blade  
the tax you didn’t know  
you owed  
the humor  
with teeth  
a slow lean back  
that petty smile  
that says  
yeah I caught it  
caught it again  
fuck  
look at that  
caught it again  

peak energy  
honestly  
mascot energy  
honestly  

mascot energy  
nah  
she’s main character  
final draft  
walk in  
lock eyes  
set the tone  
energy  
me

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