Lightning rips me open
As I sit facing the dark
Each bolt jolting me erect
Shocking me
Inside and out,
Tearing open
My most vulnerable parts
Bringing out
The most primitive
Fears in me
At my core
I remain the same savage
That hid in caves
Painting alternative
Realities on my walls
So I might make up
For the terror real life raises
Each image only making
The terror worse
coming to life
with each flash
my Frankenstein monster
rising from the depths of me
to seize me
as I stumble
a joke of a man
scared out of his wits
by the thunder
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