Sweet

Her whispered
sweet nothings
fell heavy
on Tyrone's deaf ears.

Tyrone's resolve
was deathly silent.
Her suicides were
spectacular.

Hostage

She believed faith
could move mountains.
Tyrone was drawn
from the shadows.
Tyrone was a hostage to pity,
her ransom was inarticulate.

Tornado

She said, this looks like
Tornado weather
And Tyrone spun.
He sucked everything
Into the vortex of what
Couldn't be explained.
She implored him
To seek shelter.
Tyrone stared at the sky
Until she blew inside
The funnel too.