Rain. Oh, cleanser.
Healer of heat, rapid release. Mosquitos, diseases, Soaked skin and raw bone. Downpour of danger, Slutty cloud break and sultry heartache. Grey air. Lame stares and rivers of rage, Festivals of light, Mice praying to the hand above a cage, Drips and drabs cover shit spots. The drenched veneer of a better today Waterboarded, Violent and washed out, Stifled and repressed in the alkaline. Sputtering, moaning, pathetic, A tidal wave of quashed resistance, Dark and runny, Deep as a pit, placated, soupy. Carry me away, Take my seed and drown me. Dance to make the sky cry, never dry, Just my water and I.
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