submitted by Chastity, Buffalo, NY
the rain
you are the madness that splits me in half
wrapped in your arms to burn eternal
a monster you’ve become
infected in the visions of me poisoned
never again to fly… I shall lay dead
inside myself, thrashing in my death throws
the rails against your ear as I die
rain falling, flowing down this window
like your sweat against my skin
I rose that day some living dead
blank stares melted into the rain
your shovel leaning against the house
moving forward as if it ever happened
the smell of rain is deadly
the sound beneath the wheels
the body twitches inside me
nerves awakened
it knows, and yet refuses to tell me
the reason she lies dead
it was something that you said
the voice remains mute in memory
I can feel your breath against my ear
but no sound…no sound
it is too awful to hear.
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