the rain is falling
it's washing it all away
all the blood and the pain, in a soft red blur it travels
against the orange brick road, it patters
i cry out to the sky, awash with tears and rain
from the deep bone of my body, my centre- i clutch the cloth above my chest and wail
but all that rings is rain
and a cracked sob escapes from my crumpled face
i see the reflection of light in the puddles
i reach my hand out and it's cold, as on and on the rain showers
i cry out in the water, blood dripping from my mouth and from my eyes, out my soul
on my knees, i fall, crouch low
letting the water come down over my shoulders, down my nose
knees softly hitting the orange brick
i cry out to the ground, rain slipping down my skin, clinging to my lashes
silence and brick and blood and salted wounds as my fist pounds the ground
and the rain fell, washing it away
