Lightning Strike

Crack!

The world around me

Is illuminated.

It burns through me

And I see everything,

And every detail,

In an instant.

 

A blue settles

In the blink before

Darkness.

I see nothing.

The air is cold.

I burn.

 

It smells of ozone

And singed hair.

Where are my shoes?

 

I’m alive.

I remember the burn

And the illumination.

I know the darkness

After the strike.

there is no

End.

 

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