She Who Rains

October 29, 2007
Like little droplets of light,
the rain ran to the empty streets,
passing street lamps and porch lights.
A hooded silhouette wanders.
Light reflects, a face burned,
burned with cheap, drugstore mascara.
From left to right,
right to left,
only the sound of a crying world,
the slow shuffling of a pair of flats,
and a soul, so broken...

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