I hid behind the Buddleia bushes,
crouched in pools of
broken butterfly wings,
and bright feathers.
Between gaps in the greens
I saw them laughing,
jokes floating from
their mouths.
Rain started falling
pools rose
higher,
hair turned to string
cheeks were on
fire,
heartbeat burned,
my head
turned
away.
He kissed her forehead
wiped damp from her eyes,
traced light on her face
light from the skies.
Afterwards I walked
home under
rainclouds,
rainbows,
and rain.
dotted in sorrow
splotched with pain.
And let him pick me up
close to him,
again .
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 11:22 PM UTC
I hid behind the Buddleia bushes,
crouched in pools of
broken butterfly wings,
and bright feathers.
Between gaps in the greens
I saw them laughing,
jokes floating from
their mouths.
Rain started falling
pools rose
higher,
hair turned to string
cheeks were on
fire,
heartbeat burned,
my head
turned
away.
He kissed her forehead
wiped damp from her eyes,
traced light on her face
light from the skies.
Afterwards I walked
home under
rainclouds,
rainbows,
and rain.
dotted in sorrow
splotched with pain.
And let him pick me up
close to him,
again .
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