Rain

Invites itself in

Through the gaps above the window

And soaks the inside pages

Of my most beloved books.

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The sound puts me to sleep.

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I wake up the next day,

Feet out of bed, searching for shoes,

Finding a thin veil of water engulfing the floor instead.

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Breathing vapour because that’s what we do now,

Heating cannot pay for itself,

And as the condensation grows more intense,

The outside world vanishes.

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And I live in a fog of steam, breath and sweat

Whilst my fingertips freeze

Sticking to all they touch.

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No sleep tonight — watchful eyes

Guard over what remains,

Thunder like a shotgun blast

Disturbs my tired brains.

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A constant

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Drip

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Drip

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Drip

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Drip

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Tapping every object

Writhing in my mind.

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I wake up,

Screaming

But only bubbles leave my mouth.

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A body without gravity,

A dark blue glue lagoon,

Invaded all

And

Holds me still.

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I won’t wake up

Again.