Lightning strangles the night in a gossamer shade of nostalgia
Sweetly stings, softly stabs, surreptitiously signaling disregard
For those that gave you breath and form…
I aspire to explain myself, serenely, and yet the words
Crawl out of the back of my skull like stagnant spiders
Meticulous, menacing, utterly terrifying
Yet vital and obligatory…
Yet everything…
But nothing yet…