When it flashes, I can't speak, except
in fra c tu
r ed gas p in
(I should be able to withstand the shocks much better than I do)
The vibrations, the detachment lasts for several minute after
the power has been discharged and
I can't think.
Emergency situations call for
but the jolting of the volts is difficult to disregard.
My heat resets itself somehow each time
even though the rhythm is interrupted
time and over again with every blast my power creates.
I want to pull within myself every time I use it,
embrace the sense of power, the sensation,
without reaching out.
heart activity, muscle spasmatic ripples,
and I can't see past sporadic sparking up my face.
Victims, villains, friends of mine
and all your detailed instructions,
please survive in spite of me.
They say I'm strongest on the team
in strength, and that is hard to say.
I'll stay with you and fight but my mind
can't live on another day.
Poem-a-day Prompt 1: Your Superpower
I already missed the first day of National Poetry Month (whoops)
In light of the event, I'll write a daily poem with minimal editing and post them. Expectations for quality are low. Expectations for ideas and creativity are high. Maybe after this month I'll return to a few of my favorites and develop them into more polished, "real" poems.