The Calm Before the Raine
by chasingshores
Your eyes are covered in smoke,
skin ashen
with the four dollar packs
You buy at the store
On the corner of Drayton
And Hall,
But my god,
You still glow and flicker
Like the first lit candle
Of the night
Warm, wild, wonderful
before 10 PM even starts.
Your lovers are glass bottles,
some full,
some empty,
some curvy.
And some broken
Shattered in your palms
And the brick wall of your apartment.
But you take pride in
the scars on your fingertips
And the nicks
From glass shards,
Because even though they’ve toughened you
to the worlds outside
your window,
they’ve made you
all the more beautiful.