it wasn't always like this.
the rain on the windows.
some days someone will let that rain in.
but not today.
because the rain has been
shut out.
everyone fears it.
it can be acidic.
it can be drank.
but when the rain is red.
everyone fears it.
—b.
YOU ARE READING
THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
