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Birth

                          By JFarrell

The lightening strikes;

My skin prickles with its intensity;

My breath catches

And though I hear the first undulating rumblings,

It’s only when I feel the thunder’s vibrations beneath my feet,

That my clenched chest is released and I can breath again.

Outside, the rain lashes my windows like pebbles;

The wind howls its sorrow, its fear;

But in the darkness of my tower, I smile;

My whole body is tingling with the power and excitement;

1. … 2… 1…

    

   I push the lever as the lightening turns my world to blind silver

   And the breath is sucked out of me;

   As the very atmosphere is awakened by the charge

   And is drawn, as if by the elements themselves,

   To the heart of the patchwork cadaver before me.

    

   I hold my breath in anticipation;

   Eyes wide with excitement, smiling like an idiot

   As the stampede of static-charged air centres on me

   And crashes in with an explosion of bass

   Forcing me to me knees.

    

   And,

   In the stillness of the storm;

   Between the lightening and the thunder;

   Between the rat-a-tat of the rain;

   I hear IT breathe.

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