Sense the storm

 

I can smell the storm.

Burnt ozone,

apprehension

and tension

swirls through every

singed nose hair..

The seared scent

of static air.

 

Can feel energy surge

in my head,

a rush of pain.

A sting.

The clouds blur,

like my vision.

Submerged,

A lake of confusion,

eyes tearing.

 

As the first strike

crashes.

Pressure rises,

Head crushes.

Light slashes

across my eyes.

Paralysed.

A halo of colour,

A light show

of the mind,

complete with the thud

of my pulse

adding a backbeat behind.

 

The booms scream

through waterlogged ears.

Echoing,

reverberating

through

every tiny bone.

A ringing tone,

singing notes

of rage,

fury and pain,

like the soundtrack

to a tempestuous brain.

 

 

 

 

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