The cold steel kissed my skull, a raindrop sharp,
Then lightning flashed behind me, left me stark.
His voice, a landslide rumbling in my ear,
"Get in," he growled, and choked back all my fear.
He shoved me in, a closet small and deep,
Where musty coats held secrets they would keep.
The door slammed shut, a thunderclap so loud,
And silence fell, a burial shroud.
He was a hurricane, a twisted, brutal force,
That ripped my world and changed its very course.
His eyes, a wildfire burning bright and mean,
My pleas, like whispers swallowed by the scene.
Now darkness breathes, a suffocating hold,
My story trapped, a future left untold.
I'm just a shell, the storm has passed me by,
Another casualty beneath a ravaged sky.