stale rain

It’s a Saturday afternoon

We are supposed to be getting rain

I’m holding onto ideas

lot’s go ideas

like the clouds are holding onto humid air

it’s hot, and hard to breathe

it makes my lungs feel stale

so I stay inside and file my nails to nothing

dust forming a pile on my lap

they are the color of purple that is impossible to replicate

a color I wish the sky could be

if I keep filing the clock may speed up

and the sky will empty

and I’ll be okay

or maybe not

but who’s to say otherwise

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