| Raincloud; More of a prose poem, really. | |
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| KampfVerein | Mar 25 2009, 10:21 PM Post #1 |
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Pitter-patter, smattering of rain outside. Alternate. Torrent, flood, sprinkle and drip. Growing quiet now, just background noise to knowledge. The door to a soul cracked open, a little sliver of self seeps through, a laser-light show that shifts between glimmer and gloom. Not enough to clear the shadows, mop them up and wring them out into someone else's raincloud. Now there's merely silence. That harbinger of purity, everyone's favorite movie-metaphor is gone. No passionate kiss with the heroine on the street corner, underneath your trusty umbrella, a symbol of faux-freedom, simply a rabbit's foot when it comes to pain, suffering. Suddenly you're overtaken. The heart of time skips a beat. Dawn assaults your eyes, reminds you that day is come and you're a creature that rages against a blessing. Creak of joint and curse with breath as you half-hop from a sea of designer fabric. Comforter? Not likely. |
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