Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Lightning Below

They said he vanished , 
but the underground always knew.

Winter froze the streets, but El Jefe lit the tunnels.
He showed up in a cardigan stitched from silence and static,
soft as a whisper, loud as a habit.

They say lightning won’t strike twice...
But his knit remembered the light.
In the underground, they bottle the storm
And he put it on right.