Sometimes when it rains

I wonder if it will be forever.

If somehow the cycle is broken

Cursed to spend our lives in the Wet World

Dancing to thunder’s drums.

Selling colour for grey and forgetting our sky

Red in the morning

But never at night.

I hide when it rains

As though it might wash away the facade of my skin

And leave me uncovered

Disassembled muscle and bone

On the floor in the water.

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