Gabriella Alziari


Too often, I forget

the sharpness of my heart


It slices like a blade,

and recoils when you tremble


I don’t need gentleness.

I have risen from destruction


Once the warrior,

now I am the lead


Chess pieces fall

from the kitchen table,

cracking on the floor

beneath our dirty feet


I grab you by your shirt,

and you slip into me


I am the greatest thunderstorm

you will ever meet