Imagine Storms

Imagine storms

Imagine the thunder of free horses

As they gallop like steam engines over a plain

A plain with thunder overhead

And grass ripe for for burning

Can you imagine

Pain without blood or a mark

Maybe a prick that pierces

See blankets

And see safety

Feel cool

The nervous chill of air-conditioning in

Long lonely yellow lit halls

Without shadows and music

Imagine nails dragging over dried skin

Imagine the small white arteries that form

The soft trickle of red blood as it turns to treacle

Warm and near comforting

Can you imagine

Can you see

 fire as it burns hairs on skin

How close do you look

How long do you look at the individual fibres

As they dissolve silent

Imagine storms

Imagine hell

Imagine prison

Imagine whispers of a dark voice

Imagine squid fingers that shoot

Darkness into murky pools

Imagine phantoms

See them trail behind your eyes

Tickle the blood vessels circling your brain

Imagine wrapping yourself tight

But feeling nothing

Imagine a lightning strike

The thunder booms

Do you hear?

It rings again louder still and inescapable

Bound inside you

It’s always inside

Storms

Imagine storms

Imagine the crashes of thunder

Are waves

Imagine the blinding lightning

Is the sun turned white and petrified

Imagine sinking into the peat

Imagine going dark

Imagine softly suffocating

Imagine no more suffering

Imagine