A magnetic torrent
Metal fingernails
Sharpened
Scrape
Scar
Splatter
Gray matter
Matters to me
Maybe not to you
Two windows closed
Posed a threat I can't describe.
Tribe of spiders spinning webs
Shreds of evidence
Laid out for you to see

Why do you wonder about why?
Reasons heavy on top of my
Body. Like lead bullets poison
Soil turning black
Magnetic torrent
A wind slams me into your door.