Thunder

She said she likes thunder. What a strange thing to say!

I said, 'I like lightning, thunder follows where I sway'

She giggled and stripped down and showed me a lightning scar on her back

She said it's from the time he almost beat her to death

I looked into her eyes, not sparkling, but bloodshot red

I held her hand and whispered I would never hurt you so

I'd rather die in a thunderstorm instead