It's Pouring Buckets Outside MAG

January 2, 2013
By filmnoir BRONZE, Alpharetta, Georgia
filmnoir BRONZE, Alpharetta, Georgia
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slosh
the rain whispers to me,
groans and creaks from the weight of so many umbrellas
and affairs.

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the sink is rimmed with red, a faint, clinging desperation to it.
foams of toothpaste speckled with old age, breakfast, and gag reflex.
my fingers are heavy and wet, mucus waters my nail beds

my lips are crusty and burning,
we are clean now.

slosh
fingers trembling,
the rain lingers in our eardrums,
thunder pulses through our veins.



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