the night is silent
as it should be
and i awoke because a cluster
formed above my eye and
through my head a sword was drawn
but silent night will take the worries all
the clouds are silver white and
street smells strong of burn and rain
combined in agony. the sounds of storm approaching
stars look down on me from heavens
as i am struck
another bound of pain
my eyes, my breast, my arm, my wrist
it travels fiercely, quickly, and it ebbs and pulses through.
it hurts.
the night is silent.
as it should be.