Lightning

I let the lightning strike
For to suffer a death 
that is exciting 
and full of life
Is a far more 
pleasurable option
Than to suffer a life 
full of want 
and nostalgia for 
that which never was
 
Because as I
Looked into his eyes
Searching mine
It broke my heart
To tell him
He would not find
What he was searching for
In my bones
For the marrow
Had been sucked out
Long ago
This poem is about: 
Our world

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Avril Carrillo

Thank you!

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