after the storm, the air still shakes in me my hands remember lightning as a need i learned to count the quiet between texts to read the hum where wanting learns to wait i loved like weather trained to never rest each charge a plea, each spark a risk to take i mistook burning fast for being held and paid in ash for every promise made i feared the dark would swallow me alone or worse, i’d live unknowing who i was so i kept standing in the electric afraid that calm would mean i’d disappear then something warm met static without fear no grasping hands, no prophecy of storms just presence steady as a grounded wire that let the current soften as it stayed now love feels like the sky just after rain still bright with charge, but finally safe to breathe
Static Aftermath
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