Vourdalak

The clouds shroud me in their damp embrace. They adorn me with their ornate droplets. I am their thunder. I open my mouth to scream. A silent below escapes my chest. I watch it chase after the light.

Love, my love. A ghastly echo piercing the darkness. Its shadow strewn with shattered splashes. My love twists as it reaches and wraps its fingers into the stale air. Biting into the space between, my love yearns. Tasting the sweet metallic nectar of what is left behind.

I want to be whole, but the lightning does not know the thunder. And my love does not know what lives it takes.