Black wall, clounds rolling.
Shadow scampering over grass.
love
I don’t, i do love you
I don’t i do
i don’t believe in you…
When lightning strikes,
archlets spread along air-currents,
blind children looking for ground,
when one finds something, anything to touch,
C
R
A
C
K
Sizzling plasma swells and all the siblings vanish.
And only this siblicide can be seen with the naked eye.
Black wall, clouds rolling.
Sizzle-drop-splat sheets of rain.
i don’t…
i’m sorry.
i’m sorry.
