the sky is dark.  thunder echoes across the land.  it sounds like...what does it sound like? i don't want it to rain, but the grass feels dry and crispy under my feet.  we need rain.

it's so wierd how half the sky is white and blue and the rest is grey.  there's hole's in the clouds.

what do swallows do in a storm?


running in slowly widening circles
absorb the acid rain through my skin
watch it slwoly melting away flesh and bone
until there's nothing left but
a whole

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