capayne949
Thunder boomed like it came deep out of a throat like a voice of a god–not god with a capital g because who believes in that anymore?–and the window rattled and shook and I swear to god–that’s with a capital g because you never know,do you?– that the glass was going to shatter into a million silver shards, each a tiny mirror, each reflecting every one of my sins.
(Reposting to tie it to my account...)