cyclical.

by hiraeth   Feb 3, 2018


and i know when the pitter-patter
of rain on your window lulls
into ambient white noise,
you rip apart the seams of
your pillow, spooling the
cotton around your bony
fingers.

waiting.
thinking.
dreaming.

pinching them into miniature
clouds, then threading them
through faerie lights to hang
by your window-sill, so
when the night falls still,
you’ll remember there’s
rainclouds forming
somewhere else,
this time.

once more,
thunder rips apart your anatomy
coaxing your seams to spill
your secrets, only to simmer
them into tornadoes that
decimates the place
you once found
home in.

but lightning is calculated;
a temporary glimpse
of distilled emotions,
illuminating the precise
spot of where things
went wrong.

realizations saturate your pores
until you’re no longer water-soluble,
so your eyelids droop under the
weight of water as your heart
tumbles in the turmoil -

and i know when the pitter-patter…

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