by Ryan Cory
A spark of lightning, the rays of thought
Her mind awakens, her body wrought
With pains and sores, she attempts to rise
She covers her face, she shields her eyes
Her thoughts are a mess, no longer a stream
A head filled with water, to burst at the seam
She sits up now, her vision blurry
She takes her time, she’s in no hurry
It stands before her, foreign and strange
An agent of chaos, a source of change
She reached for her friend, calling its name
It eyed her with hatred, and she was to blame
Her thoughts came back, her eyes grew wider
She started to crawl, crossed the black divider
Her guilt and shame, always alive
Those two things, her only drive
It reached for her hand, and she as well
And it snapped her arm, with nary a yell