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
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

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