Solemn

There are certain days,
in which the armor cracks,
bits of lightning peek through
the rusted rings on my sleeve. 

I let the downpour drip past
my lashes, across my fingertips,
I let it pool in my hair,
and I wonder –

Why I’ve always felt so at home 
amidst a thunderstorm. 

B. 

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