electricity no longer runs through these tired veins. eyes are shattered glass. vision obscured by a film of numbness. laughter sits on my chest uneasily, not sure how to fill the cracks in my heart. talking has become an anomaly, my voice lost on deaf ears. no one notices the splintered girl trying in vain to feel the currents of heat rising, to feel anything. what i would give to be able to see lightning in the sky and to feel the static between my palms. the purple-white flashes leaving imprints on the backs of my eyelids, they make me remember who i used to be. i miss the crowds and the voices of the broken acting as conductors of the near tangible energy. i could have flown into the sky when i had those nights in the palm of my hand. i was charged, alive. sometimes i swore i could see the webs of lightning raising the hairs on my arms. it was real to me. so here i remain praying for my spark. just one spark.
This is where I was born. Cold stone and metal were my womb. Electricity was my mother, and my Father isn't one. I travel this world tormented and alone; searching for answers I'll never get, and companionship I'll never have. I yearn for understanding and peace, but I've only ever known fear and pain. Am I being punished for the sins that belonged to the men that I used to be? I long for the day when I can put an end to that monster of a man, the one who bestowed my hideous being with life. I feel as though I have existed for an eternity. I fear I may never make sense of who or what I am. I search in vain for my creator, and for Death, and I am terrified that I may never find either.
you harnessed me, caged me, running inside copper wires made me do your bidding enslaved me as the bringer of energy
you caught me, dragged me up from the depths coal-black, the liquid gold of oil light from the nuclear furnace in the sky ever-changing, shifting tides
electricity! i make light for you, drive giant machines, power countless engines i am the foundation on which your entire world is built-
but i can also ****. you may have intentions, a task for me to do i have intentions too.
yea i know what photovoltaic means but like it sounds nice so whatever. its vaguely based off serafina's song about the subtle knife in philip pullman's novel the subtle knife. lol also feels nice to have something named after me again, i have no idea what im doing
it was like a shock at first like lightning strikes in the silence of midnight breaking through the calm like a raging storm that thrashed and hurt in white-gold veins harsh against the clouds an electric current that creeps into my blood and settles in my chest when i first saw you.