4 June 2012
The lightning tore through my window,
As if to cut my bedroom in two.
I hid behind my terrified face,
Unsure of what to do.
A girl as small as seven years,
Lying in a pool of warm, salty tears.
Thunder shook the bed beneath,
My thin, fragile body and shattering teeth.
Poor little girl, chilled to the bone,
Storm outside raging, lying in my bed, all alone.
Storm • Opuss № I