Storm-Shattered Calm

As the wind howled,

the glass shattered,

vibrated through the trees

as I fell through.

The rain down poured,

the jagged remains

to the sound of thunder

of the window,

proclaiming the sharp piercing

that jutted out,

flashes of lightning

from the frame.

All was calm,

one by one

in a relative sense.

I felt my skin ribbon,

calmness often spoken of before a storm,

against the cold, sharp prongs

that is actually true during a storm,

as they pierced through me.

In the wilds of the Scottish Borders,

as my body, limp,

only the insane or those who can't afford

in shock from the impact,

to stay safely locked behind closed doors,

passed through.

brave the outside world and all its perils.

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Gravity,

so, calmness prevailed.

Compromised motoneuron functionality

as the world was barraged

meant I was passively accepting of my fate,

by rain, wind, thunder, and lightning.

Fear gripped me

The sounds of the elemental forces

from the nothingness

and the flickers of the light

below my body

as the electricity came and went

left no room for calmness in Mildred's busy mind.

As I continued to fall,

she felt a strange connection to the elements

through the air,

and was more alive, if you want to call it that,

watching,

during a thunderstorm,

than, at any other time in her unnoteworthy life.

As the window shrunk

she was nothing much to think of

in the distance above me,

with wavy, raven-black velvet tassels of hair

that lay past her shoulders.

This was it, I thought,

and a stare that would send a shiver through a lion.

This is the end.

Aside from her hair that framed her as some kind of mad woman,

as I felt myself relax,

the only colour emitted from her pale face was the dark and piercing brown pools.

give in to my fate.

If eyes be the gateway to the soul,

I woke in a hot sweat,

it doesn't bear thinking what the pathway through them was like.

panting and dazed.

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Author's Notes: Yeah. I had two challenge pieces, lying going to waste that I didn't really know what to do with...then I thought of a nice bit of chaotic experimentation. One was originally going to be an entry for Kenny Penns's Gothic Stories challenge and one was going to be for the 3:00 AM Challenge. Voilà!