the rain was like a cardiac caress 
sheets of droplets apon the moor 
skin flashing with lightning azure 
she never even felt the serenity 

he envisioned the rain as static 
legs of a thousand crickets snap 
crackles of delirium in the pools 
wading through the mire of dreams 



sedated, eyes subdue the sheen 
imagery rolling past the lens 
the missing pieces final 
sliced out of digital sync 
with only a reverberation 
to linger within the orb 

pulsating, the ink extends... 

its grasp on 
parchment wavers 
the hand wrote it 
for another page 
and it knows... 

...oh it knows 

the clean white 
sheet is stained 

irrevocably marked 
on the surface 

fingers, the joint bends... 

depression, seeping from the gaze 
it seems to be the favourite color 
a robe the masses don to please 
slithers of digital decadence 
combined multitudes of laceration 
infusing them within the skin 



she envisioned the hail as dewdrops 
backs of a hundred camels broken 
rustles of hysteria in the breeze 
stalking through the gaps of seams 

the rain was like a cardiac caress 
a single droplet apon your door 
skin glittering with demure allure 
she never even felt her identity