Winter Monsoon

 An anomaly.

February,

Laying on my living room floor.

Bare faced, no bra, and hair tangled from the whipping desert wind. 

Windows open.

The trees violently dancing...

Their favorite thing to do.

They don't do it enough. 

In the distance I hear sirens, 

It reminds me of the city at 2am after a late night of whiskey, drag queens, and lesbians in flannel... probably in the fall.

Parts of my bare skin exposed.

Toes, shoulders, neck, and face.

Chilled in a beautiful way.

Eyes sore from the realization of seemingly my only fear, after a silent, gut wrenching cry.

My sister in the other room, asleep on my bed. My former lover, and best friend holding me as I hyperventilate and shake. Honestly "best friend" doesn't even describe what either of these two women are to me. They are my family. They are my home. They are my heart and soul.

I try to not wake the one, while the other holds me through my pain. 

I cannot fathom losing anybody else this close to me. After the loss of my mom, I just... can't.  And THAT is my biggest fear. Losing these two other women... losing my baby brother, losing my dad... I literally just can't.  

To ever have to endure this pain again is unfathomable. So I cry, for the first time in my life, afraid of something...

And I simply let the night sky hold me, while the violent winter monsoon winds whip through my window and kiss me passionately. My tears fall like the heavy, dangerous rain.

It probably isn't even considered a monsoon anyway...