STORM

i can still feel his heartbeat
a decade old wound that says blood fresh
smoke stinging in my eyes
a rusty knife stuck in my throat
nightmares sleeping in the walls of my skull.

i can still feel his heartbeat
he tried to occupy my empty soul
he gave me his burning heat that boiled my anemic blood
and a frozen kiss that sealed my lips.

storm.
confused, i ran away to hide my nakedness
buried my face on the wet ground
rain washed away the dirt on my coffin
as i entered the gates of hell.

storm.
his lullaby hushed in the chilling wind
as he carried me back in his arms.
the rain just won't stop,
a storm that seemed forever....

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