Her Reign - Poem by Tim Labbe
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Spitting in the face of need, forsaking want
nighttime swallows another bitter swig
while sheets of pain melodically plunge
to their jittering dance of madness
Inviting silence midst this downpour
I drift far in to the mundane distance
as the lively sky crackles and cries out,
spilling every memory down my face.
the pomp of yesterdays glorious impurities
distilled, with only the circumstance of
tonight and this damn rain. But it'll
have to do until she returns and feigns
her interest in me once again.
Bring on the rain.
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