Strike

I feel the hopskip
from point 2 to point 4
a stroke out when walking home
how my foot hits the ground
but I can’t recall the step before.

I feel the short-circuit
the wattage of your smile flickers
just for a second
and I feel the pinch in my chest
the staple in my gut

the flicker of my world one black spot.

Inside that flicker, I am steam
stretching the entire length of this room
and charged with more heat than I can contain.

I run circles in the pressure, working my muscles
draining the hydration of my skin
stealing back my metallic hands
and wondering when the lightning will strike
me.

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