I am restless

white-hot lightning
arcing
dancing
snaking across
blue-black sky

by nature
bound to movement

a fate that
forges the question:
destruction
or illumination?

Today I am a bruise
all muddy purples and inky blues

A tender pain that
pulses into agony
with just the slightest pressure

Longing for a gentle touch
to soothe me,
salve me,
save me.