Raindrops of Reality - [poetry]

Scarlet Arbor

sending a way through a coppice of willows
whose branches bent to whip our
s k u l l s

as they swept through their branches;
stealing solace,
           slicing slits
which bloomed into bloodstains shaped like cherry blossoms,
like sanguine ink traipsing onto our clothes swirling into all the years they had already
w e p t .

another night,
            another storm
of nightmares continued to rage as they
s l e p t .