Rita Pal


Rain


The rain is cold on me
Your words are ice on me
The rain is warm on me
Your knives are gashed on me
The rain is slashed on me

Love drips scarlet blood
Trickles in the summer rain
Red ripples on oceans, rivers, streams
To reach your darkened quagmire
To die by the hand of eternity.


The rain is scarred on me
Your words are cruel on me
The rain is soft on me
Your knives are struck on me
The rain is splashed on me


I forgive you

Remember me
I set you free

Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 12, 2014

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