Contained
lightning cuts across
the tongue
sears through flesh
and traps the silent
screams
in the bottle
with a red seal
warning, warning
of thunderstorms
that clamor for
release
from the throat
with glass shards
cutting, cutting
through veins
that ***** ink into
paper
which hungers
for the rumbling clouds
waiting, waiting
for the bottle cap to pop
and shatter into
raindrops
the earth quakes
awaiting by the precipice
shaking, shaking
until the final jump
into an eternal arch, down to the
ravine.