Post #5617

#review #poetry “Thunder Eyes” by Joshua C. Pipkins I think he died when I kissed him, the boy beneath the silver moon, but it was then that he stood and kissed me back, and for the first time I knew that I was damned; he lead me, hand in hand, to that desert that used to be our home, and taught me how to hold out my arms and open the stitches, “Because the bad blood attracts the thunder,” he said, “And the thunder will save your life.” and when I caught that thunder in my hands I felt the overwhelming urge to laugh, because suddenly I felt so much lighter than I ever had before, and I could feel my fingers tingle beneath the weight of its power, and its regret, and I knew that I’d remember that moment my entire life, because I held my own beating heart.