faint
the sound
much like collywobbles
or
when you
overeat, but growing
steadily
louder, closer
and urgent until
bang
the swollen
sky erupts suddenly
and
the rain
begins to fall
darkness
is disrupted
by white flashes
visible
even with
my eyes closed
dreams
swirl away
like dishwater draining
and
the rain
is something like
ants
marching, filling
every empty space
every
crack in
last night's sleep
widening
them until
it is damaged
beyond
repair or
attempts to reclaim
curious
the clock
says not yet
as
you fall
into my arms
alarmed
seeking shelter
from the storm.
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