Our Tapestry of Scars

In every mythos there is silence

You wish to stop the ringing in your ears

The lightning broke you right this time

The quiet before the strike

The quiet after

Now you are left gathering yourself

Fragments sharper than your pain

You don’t know where everything goes

A clean match here

An absence there

The earth has all rights to consume you

But you have just as much right to remain

It’s only a matter of sticking around

By knife or by lightning

Your tapestry of scars