It was the fear of getting caught alone
Even though I was with you
Well-tempered bones
And high voltage skin
To lead dilated eyes crossing the room
A disease for you
Spectacle for the rest
And at best we’d just find
A haunted New York shoreline
Inching more and more to the west

I’ve never been so afraid
For beautiful electric veins
To be cut open frayed and bled out
With spilt remains
All I could recall was that
Lightning struck a strand of your hair
And then thunder was heard
A nervous melody left your mouth
“At least this storm got me out of the house.”

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