Fetallity

Just curl up into a ball…
…nobody remembers who or what you are.
You are…
...stagnant clutched to the chest, held close…
...the storm from outside of your window.
Eclipsed by the shadow of many hammers, striking…
…the lightning rod pins dancing in…
…and out…
...and in...
...and out...
...and in...
…of your heart.
The sparks electric butterflies…
...fluttering…
...charging...
…f*****g…
…leaving you vomiting static caterpillars.