Stranger Series- Part Two

Dear Stranger,

May was not warm for long,

Instead, I stand dead in the cold

As if it was that dreaded December.

I stared stunned at the towering fence:

Omnipotent and almighty.

Its electric wires coiled around my heart and stung

Like the first touch of virgin lips.

The fence cackled in all its glory –

Taunts that forever haunt me.

But my withering body

Was rejuvenated

Upon your reaching hands.

The lilies from the meadow below

Sang hymns of rejoice.

The thunder did strike

And the lightning did set

The meadow ablaze.

The fire continued to spread,

Plaguing what’s beautiful and true.

Yet, the fence stood with as much might.

Stranger Series- Part Two

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