i am thunder
crackling
on a sunny day
the chill running
down the curve
of your spine
the phantom
touch caressing
your gentle heart

a myth
a nightmare
a hyperbolic
catastrophe
crashing into
your serenity
disrupting
rigid order
in a storm of
incipient chaos

a weeping wound
never quite closing
leaking lavender
in a pollution
of pretty words
hiding a hazel
inferno of which
scars form a sigil
of demonic adoration