The Storm was a Simile

If there was lightning I never saw

the aura it laid upon you

like you had swallowed flames

or the signatures

it scrawled down the length of trees

writing its name like divinity

burnt into bark

or the way the sky broke

around it, shimmered white through

blue like cracks in painted canvas

If there was lightning I only saw

you saying, close

your eyes it’s like the end

of the world.

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