The Dark and Sparkling Acid-Rain

The day was dark and suicidal,

A little bit like me,

The sky was clouded over, hiding in a mask of depression,

Even more like me,

Everyone takes refuge beneath umbrella and canopies on the street,

As if the sparkly spattering of rain,

Was torrential and acidic and would kill them all,

Reduce them to dust or puddles on the pavement,

Melt their skin from their skeleton,

So that those skins lie like discareded jackets on the pavements,

The puddles crimson, no longer water,

Staining the cement with red,

The skeletons recline like glamour-models of the deceased,

Their skin-coats lie nearby,

And the rain pours down once more,

Spreading a crimson and acid pathway.

The End

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