A lightning forged out of a wounded soul–
Forced within a closet of skin, and bones,
Struggles to break free from its fragile case;
And spew the words of anguish, laved with bitter pain.
It screams through gyrating oval windows;
And threatens to shatter the glass lids, and doors–
For it carries untold stories, no book would hide,
Carefully bound, and gagged by the spine.