The Memory of Rain
the rain is warm now.
I can feel it
wet, sharp
like acid trickling down
frail, unprotected skin
sliding into my eyes;
every tear cries for you,
every tear burns.
©Nathalie M. Viorato
-
literaryspill reblogged this from writing2u
-
joshuarobertlong liked this
-
writing2u posted this
