Acquired Taste

A poem of me..with the help of my sister about 8 years ago this poem was created.

I am like an empty bottle of alcohol
drained clear by your need for feminine knowledge.
I will intoxicate you upon ingestion
of my thoughts.
I am a destructive grey tornado
as I soar down dirt clod alleyways
exhilarated of my own strength
against the weak.
If you upset me, my wrath will be
something you'll not want to contend with.
I am a fiery butterfly, ignited with
the passion of a spiritual metamorphosis.
I am obsessed with the thought
of the progression of my soul.
I am an undetected ghost as I drift
around haunting your feeble thoughts.
I am what you will be thinking about
even after you've forgotten.