Thunderball
A flash and a cry,
Sharp in electrified air,
Blind for mere seconds.
Cowering bodies
Tremble beneath warm blankets,
Eyes turned to the sky.
Ink dark horizons
Lit up by celestial lamps,
Trees shown serrated.
Safe within our walls,
But still a mess of psyches,
Mumbling soft comforts.
Light flickers above
echoing brothers outside;
thunderballs in glass.

















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