Thunder

the most afraid I've ever been

hugging the rounded slope of a Utah mountain -

miles of empty silence,

ascending and descending

and the charcoal clouds

shrieked like a nightmare from a year prior

that had since been forgotten

creaking midnight village,

black and brown taxi,

and a hitchhiking soothsayer

with eyes that could detect

the fingerprints of death

and i was back in Utah,

remembering,

when i saw the terrifying bolt lick the mountaintop,

and her eyes cawing like feasting crows,

to remind me i am still alive

Reviews

[Sarah G.]

Wow, this is a very powerful piece of poetry. I especially loved this part:

and a hitchhiking soothsayer
with eyes that could detect
the fingerprints of death

AND

and her eyes cawing like feasting crows,
to remind me I am still alive.

You should capitalize the 'i's, though.