Tear the sky open, and I shall rise from the thunder.

Tales written for my readers and their endless support.

Rain down on me, and I would teach the earth how to sing.

Struck me with your thunder, and I will glow with your lightning.

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

I did not realize that the sting of betrayal could come back so mercilessly.

The flesh remembers, the soul regrets.

The throb, the heart insisting it's alive.

The pulse, the heart's first language.