i feel a drop hit my collar
roll down my neck
under my shirt
cold and uncomfortable
but nothing like the hurt
nothing like an old wound
with the top taken off
ripped open and laid bare
to everything
and nothing
all at once
exposed again
raw nerve pain
feel it all again
put it away for now
don’t pick that thing
that scabby little
rough bit
all made out of edges
nothing beautiful about it
just another healing wound
yeah…i'm just sitting in the rain
i’m getting wet
just a little bit
i’m getting soggy
all melty and cold
lucky i have arrows
on all my boxes
at home
to tell me
which way
is up
About the Creator
Bren
“I know what I mean it to be and respect that someone else may read something entirely different.” Me
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.