Stings on my body—

from my chest,

to my arms,

to my stomach.

From what?

From something I call thunder.

But why?

Many reasons.

Less sudden,

but heavier.

Shock from panic.

Symptoms that match the storm—

panic, shock,

and stings on my body.

Can you guess?

Incisions,

concealing

a frightening truth:

a person can also be thunder.

I wasn’t prepared for that,

so I sank—

into the flood

made by the storm

of love and heartbreak.

Wary,

and thunder left me wondering:

when did I drown in your love?

And why did I let go

of the handle

that once supported me—

myself.