I’m not living anymore.  I don’t act, I react.  I’m stuck in this.  But he gets to act, And throw his fits, And decide the facts.  He burns us down.  He doesn’t just act.  He acts out.  He paves the way to hell  Shoves my soul to its end.  Fragments lost in his pit,  Wounds…

Twenty-six nights passed since the triplicity: A display of light in the dark surrounding me. I couldn’t see then: not one bolt, but three. One strike. A light. Strike twice. Ignite. Third strike. Insight. One.  A storm rips through in silence. Sudden yet slow, there are no sirens, Only feeling strange, electric, nervous. It tears…