Rain has poured upon our faces
ending the river of air into our lungs,
we have suffocated
water has teemed to the end of death,
taking what we once had room for.
Today, sunlight fought hard
to free its friends from such torture
and a thin glimmer came through the clouds
onto our tongues, drying the rain and our tears
drying the water, drying the water.
And I found that I opened my arms
welcoming it back into my pale skin, my heart, even my eyes
and spun and spun and spun,
and danced and danced and danced
and smiled;
all the water'd dried up from that warmth.
Sunlight
is a relcome respite;
from drowning....
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