#somber silver

[atwritsend]

I strain my eyes searching the sky

for silver linings against the black

and blue clouds. I lie

on my back

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I watch the edges spark and light

with lightning, painfully bright

and skipping from on high

to down low, so low it might

skip down from heaven and smite me.

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I pray to some rolling Divine

that it's quick. That it's clean.

I watch the shimmering sign

shudder closer. I sigh and dream

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of singed flesh and an end.

A clean break, that might lend

me the strength to die

without running, without fear.

I close my eyes and pray

as the strikes land dangerously near.