Knees to my forehead, I sit bare in the artificial rain.
The water rushes over my bruised body,
carrying away the blood and dirt from the day's trials.
Time seems to stand still while the water cleanses
away the ghosts that have haunted me all day.
The liquid is almost refreshing to my skin's taste buds;
revitalizing it's will to take on tomorrow.
The river rushes smoothly down my hair,
dripping slowly down my knees to escape down the drain.
Cold to the touch, the rain feels like Winter's tears
creeping down my crooked back,
weeping so sadly for a cool midnight breath.
The water trickles down every inch of my contorted body.
Asleep on my knees, resting here forever,
the rain continues to fall upon my frail figure.
[wash me clean. make me ..me.]
This place is
my refuge,
my secret,
my home.
Author notes
very random. but yet a look into me.
one of my favorite places to be.
i feel safe. not so alone.
i <3 rain.
not really sure how i feel about this one though.
i may revise.
A contest entry
- sleep's not coming easy for a while, child. by she still smiles x.
2400 points, ended October 15, 55 entries
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Comments
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Aww, I love this!
"Cold to the touch, the rain feels like Winter's tears
creeping down my crooked back,
weeping so sadly for a cool midnight breath."
Ahhhh, I absolutely love that imagery right there..incredibly powerful and agonizing. Your poetry always makes me feel
Thanks so much for entering again; this was gorgeous
♥
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Thanks again for the beautiful comment. This one wasn't quite as beautiful as the other. Oh wellz :]
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