precipitation.

If I just lie here, for a moment
Maybe I can convince myself
I’m outside, in the rain
My heart pounding with
The relentless stream of
Heaven’s tears
Eroding the doors of
My mind away, numbing the pain
As I submerge in constant sound
My guilt carried in the flow,
Ghosts appear before my eyes
As breath escapes me
Warmth evades me
But the truth is plastered
On my blushing skin
It won’t wash, like my
Reusable cut-out face
Expressions, half price
Three for two, guaranteed
To last a lifetime
The patter fades
I’m dry again, honesty
Smoothed out, such as the creases
Of a pool’s surface
On a still summer night
Like they were never there
Existence never questioned
Silences, ensues
The rain, stops
And I am lying here again, waiting.