It Rained Last Night. My body shaking and
rattling from the inside. Tests after test after test. My heart pumping heavy in mistakes. As I press my hand towards my stomach, I feel the kick.
She’s there! He’s there! But why do they continue to mock me?
It Rained Last Night. My womb will soon
become a casket, burying your body and
dreams in my regret. Shallow waters soon
to sweep you away. Wrapped tightly in the
blankets of angels and brought to God’s door.
It Rained Last Night. The touch of my lover no longer comforted me but became a reminder of my need to escape. The mirror, with a twisted
grin, laughs at my tears. But I crawl into bed, the
kicks welcoming me to my slumber. The soft
repetition rocking me softly to sleep.
It Rained Last Night. And it Rained.
And it Rained. And it Rained.
Then suddenly,
The Rain had stopped.
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