Weather II

waves of weather
a squall blew by
and my tears went with it
trailings of grey
cloud to wrap the
breath unwind
the warp and woof
threads
running like
thin ink
out of my
tapestry -

the rain is living
the rain is all
and the wind battering
my face against the wall
till I am
raw and bloody
with unhealing
wounds

smile and
crack and
unpiece like
wet splintered wood
it feels good,
dying
in the rain
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