Playing with Words #1

Her jagged lines flash across the sky;

Her rage is palpable-

I can't help but smile.

The leaves are singing to me

The sweet lullaby of my fathers,

The whispering they heard in ditches

and trenches.

A bitter chill sweeps my face,

I barely feel the rain

As it drips off my chin,

As it flows in little rivulets away

Someplace beneath the soil.

She lays underneath,

Claws outstretched,

She only knows the taste of my sweat-

I outrun her yet.