After a heavy rainfall

"After a heavy rainfall, poems titled RAIN pour in from across the nation." Sylvia Plath

I knew it

would rain as

soon as the light

breathing

through my curtains

turned

tan as petrichor,

humidity

my saving

grace, the pace

set as whispers

hiss cool

and

baptismal back

to ground, pavements

blushing loud

as face powder

swept like leaves

across my

bones, I feel

the chill, illness

shuddering

in the core

of

me, heartbreak

stones skittering

against my window

panes, glazed

as doll eyes, I

don’t want

to feel

for you

any

more.

The End

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