Stolen Soul

reminiscent water vapor
resonating thunder
bright lightning
water droplets on a window pane
people scatter in fright
but i think it’s lovely
windshield wipers fly by like the silent movement of a horror movie
tires screech along the wet roads and fishtail off into darkness
yellow skies that follow a haunting image
silent flooding
count to five
between the lightning and the thunder
for distance away from your body her soul is
hear the tap tap of the gentle wind upon the blood-saturated ground
hear her stolen soul in the whistling wind that drags the rain sidewayres
and know
she is
no more