My Electrical Skin

electrical burst

————————

Paper thin and

pricked by thorns…

My skin rises like a kite

toward the spindly wires…

Shocks run through me

as I light up from

the inside out…

But this energy cleanses,

and the purge begins…

Racing from cable

to vein to back again…

till the pain has been replaced

by something newer…

and more fearful…

yet more real…

So, in this skinful bath

of agony…

a new me will rise…

And greet the day…

With hope…

And as much of a smile

as I can fit…

upon…

my tired…

face..

————

David L. Whitman 01/19/2103 feeling the charge….

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