And lightning struck
Through my hand,
Into the muck -
The dirt of the land.
* * * * * * *
And like a gun shot
Through my eye,
The heart burns hot -
This life’s a lie.
* * * * * * *
And poison fell
Swallowed whole,
I will not yell -
I’m the lost soul.
* * * * * * *
And the knife did scratch
Layers of my skin,
The door’s off the latch -
But you’re not welcome in.
[Pip Howlett]
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