When Lightning Strikes
A Beautiful Destruction
the fire hit bone
igniting within
as if my very soul was ablaze
a spectacle
and then ash
i was told it only happens once
an instant spark
and a quick death
they didn't mention
the pain
the convulsion
the twisted agony of a single moment
i wasn't told how it ends
yet alone that it could happen
again and again
lightning striking
igniting
destroying
i'm a corpse already
what more could be left in the flames?
About the Creator
Nicole Westerhouse
I'm thirty.
Damn, that hurts to type, but there it is.
Not much of note.
I suppose I should say "yet."
Makes it sound like I'm going places.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
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