Sunday, January 11, 2009


We taste your fear--
metallic, a crackle in the air.
We cower, cocooning ourselves
with a shroud of silence.

But fabric burns as easy as flesh
when the fear flashes.
Only tears can drown the fire,
we think, and weep.

we are all the more vulnerable
to the next electric spear-thrust.

With each bolt of lightning,
we become
the thing you fear.

[Needs editing? Yes. Is the raw truth? Also yes.]

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