When it flashes, I can't speak, except in fra c tu r ed gas p in g (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 level-headed judgement, 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.
Brain activity, 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.