Thunder

There’s a shower of shattered
Glass, specs are slicing their
Way through barriers of flesh,
The pain rolls in on waves,
Hissing following the cut
In just mere seconds.

The thunder comes after lightning,
The consequence to the action.
The sound of pain,
Something so strong no painkiller
Can take it away.
The pounding in my skull,
Thunder threatening to escape.

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