In this fictional poem, I started off alright with rhyme. However, I lose it in the center, and it’s gone by the end. This was a one-time free write exercise, so it wasn’t intended to be perfect. It’s being shared briefly before it’s edited properly and formatted into a collection. The poem was inspired after reading about the atmospheric effects of Hydroxyl and Hydroperoxyl radicals during and after lightning strikes. The article link is posted below.
Hydroxyl & Hydroperoxyl
Lightning shot from his eyes
Interlocking, shocking hers.
The jolt, to jumpstart a cold shrunken
Piece of her soul.
She warmed slowly as the ice dripped
Pouring from where her pain and sorrow gripped.
Her hurt, anguish, and fears… stripped.
Dripping down her face, each memory’s sting, a token.
Echoes of her bleeding heart, left open…
Wept of so many words unspoken.
Actions never taken, years wasted,
Lost in a world unknown, prepared but scared.
Thunder crashed around,
Walls crumbled to the ground.
Able to see,
Able to feel,
Able to heal…
She tore apart her protective shell.
Trembling, haunted by the spark that ignited
Life, color, feeling, and sound.
Resuscitated… but how?
Why now, after so many years alone in the dark,
Drowning in herself…
Frozen in silence and indifference?
She disappeared, thinking she died with them.
Electrified and terrified to be brought back to life,
From a most unexpected glance and smile.
A complete stranger, but…
Something shined through,
Something ignited,
Something needed, but never realized.
Something unified inside.
Her invisibility cloak wore off,
He glimpsed the ghost,
And saw her…
She wasn’t invisible to him.
She realized no matter how hard she tried,
She never was…
Only to those near,
Who couldn’t see nor hear
She was slowly slipping away.
Perfectly Human 