The electrifying thrill
of dancing in the rain.
Elevates to waltzes on a lightning bolt,
When shackles break away.

Puddles surfaces rip open,
As I drown my half-smoked cigarette,
Underneath wide flooded struts.
Little frigid shower vapors
Tickle my chilled lungs.

Lace the coffee mugs with poison,
In about a month from now.
Tonight's story is for polaroids
Showcasing soaked sundresses,
And pressed chamomile flowers.
Glued onto ripped journal pages,
Between crudely drawn storm clouds.

Nasty forecast promised for tomorrow
Toxic droplets called to fall on my side of town.
But no shiver rattles my bones
From threats of acidic kisses.
At this moment, I've remembered,
How to let the sting of venom go.