My thunderstorm

Aren’t thunderstorms fascinating?

They render me speechless

Surprised beyond words

I am stilled by its dangerous beauty

Entranced I stare

The dangers pushed at

The dark corners of my mind

Not minding my own safety

Much like you

My instincts smell pain

My mind tells me to be cautious

But I can’t help myself

I just stare as I get closer

Closer until I’m on your path

Unaware of when you’ll strike