The Darker Playground
...strictly fiction...
Saturday, August 6, 2016
thunderHeads
The pinprick
The stab in the heart
I can feel the heat spread
The warm and sticky blood
And soon my whole chest
Is on fire and soaked
I chase the rain
The only way to wash myself
Clean of you
But the clouds move
Faster than I can
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