A white bolt from above
rips
through the clouds before our eyes—
an epiphany—
showering cuts upon the kitchen table,
releasing bad blood,
testing our guile
and gristle.

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A white bolt from above
rips
through the clouds before our eyes—
an epiphany—
showering cuts upon the kitchen table,
releasing bad blood,
testing our guile
and gristle.

Catch more of David Estringel from his previous entries:
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