in the throes
of a story
i channel
sheer voltage
scarring the
vellum as my
quill scratches
beautiful catastrophes
in incremental sorrows

i am a human
lightning rod
a vessel for
this madness to
course carelessly
leaving etchings of
haunting images
scorched into
the earth around me

battered with
wispy tendrils of
smoke rising
on the crisped edges
of the devil’s grin
a fool spasms in
a jacob’s ladder
of his own creations
arcing with hellish intent