A Rainy Daydream
A Rainy Daydream1 min 474 1 min 474
Though the sky created itself into a watercolor daydream,
The promise of a playdate and easy childhood reminiscences
Left a gilded taste just like the remnants of a bitten tongue
In the mouth of a doll-like kid.
“The rain will come back presently,
I feel it in my elbows and the way my curls fray.”
Innocence will create itself as scarce as flesh
On the fingers of Death, himself.
So they will play,
Subtle laughter at the irony of it all
In a field wherever the flowers smell of cancer.
Plump and untouched by the sun,
He loves the way she feels everything
With the tenderness of her novelty.
Even as the broken guarantees
Of an extended and happy life
Strangle the candy-coated skyline.
She slipped and fell,
And during a second the aches of living
Caught her by the supple eloquent plans.
He kissed her with putrefaction lips,
Life unseaworthy from her faucet eyes.
And the sky,
The dream began to crack and cry.