you collapsed on the couch beside me
like a demolished building
termites finally chomped
their way through your foundation
“it’s still raining,” you whimpered
clogging your ears with your fingers
i lowered your head on my lap
like a drawbridge
and ran my fingers through
your drought damaged fields
“we need the rain,” i argued
your adrenaline fueled legs
shot you to the birdcage across
the room
“god lied,” you furiously muttered
tearing the head off of his promise
the dove’s blood spattered
on our white walls
in such a beautiful way
you couldn’t help but frame it
but the smell left you sick
to your stomach
causing you to vomit out
suitcase after suitcase
till we had enough supplies to last us
another forty days and forty nights





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