The rain slows but the drops do not grow lighter,
The news calls it a newly formed phenomon,
My church calls it a warning from God,
[[I wait and you watch me as I fiddle with the wood of the pews.]]
We sit on top of a roof of an abandoned car shop (it was the neighbours but they left in the name of redemption),
The rain slowed down to bubbles of water floating in the air leaving the horizon impossible to see yet we still watch,
the orange and red of the sky shoot its way through these millions on obstacles leaving cascading lines across you face,
[[I smile and you laugh the same way tires squeal and I hold you tighter]]
I ran home that night after making sure you got to yours safe,
hand infront of me shielding away tiny droplets that felt like icicles when you run into them to fast (I've never been good at slow),
Chainlink fence rattles, cicadas scream then their is a barking mouth chasing my feet,
[[I cut through the woods, the brambled floor a disco of light]]
I fall but nothing pounces, I cry and my tears float upwards,
I think of your honeyed words and place the memory on my silver toungue,
the pastor wont be happy about the cuts on my face where the wayward branches made roots in my skin,
so I hang my head low as I walk into the church, my so called home, [[my so called refuge]]Aged but not calloused hands hold my face in a grip that can rival the devils,
I sit on the pews head still bows hands tied together in a false prayer,
You'll be here as soon as the first light peaks,
[[I sit idle]][[waiting]][[waiting...]][[waiting....]]breathe fire, allow the mist too cool the nerves,
The bench is cold but im used to it
someone sits beside me
[[I do not look over.]][[Start]]
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