Icy droplets plummet from purple-black clouds,

stabbing my eyes,

burning my skin.

                      Jagged

                          bolts of

                        lightning

                   rip through an angry green sky,

blinding my already sheeted e y e s,

hiding (the stairway from hell).

Istumblethroughpuddlesofmud,

groping vainly for a railing or button,

water filling shoes, squishing socks, and biting toes.

Looking up for a single     bulb     of light,

the gods knock _me down

into a gutter of     ooze     and muck     and gunk,

the tenth pin                                         in a spare.

My bruised limbs numb and defeated heart fal ters as I stare up at the

                                                         taunting

                                                                    tumultuous

                                                                                   endless

                                                                                             ceiling