Tuesday, February 11, 2020

My rain

The rain calls me. My thoughts and emotions drip outside my windows and pool upon my cheeks. I am overwhelmed by the moon’s cry in the darkness. He whispers on the winds and his glow fades like distant thunder. Brilliant flashes of light peek through the blinds and ghosts dance hauntingly in my room. I wish for sleep. 

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All the grief that swallows us whole is pooling over the edges and bleeding into everything; changing the shape of what it touches.