Searing

I felt my fingertips soar while the rest of my senses were beginning to blur. It was calm now. Like the summer storm, coming from nowhere, pulling and ripping apart anything in sight in under a minute, then disappearing unexpectedly, leaving ruins, disaster and empty streets.

I thought I had forgotten this feeling, hidden it somewhere in a dark corner. But now it woke up from its’ long slumber; ready to haunt, like any nightmare. Gritting its’ sharp and long teeth at me. It didn’t need too much time to reach me, just a matter of blinking my eyes at the wrong moment.