My writing

Make it rain

Journey into nowhere.

That one day, cold again,

and rain.

Blurry windows, hugging pretty pictures,

carved by her very own hands,

a gift to create, Journey into nowhere.

A blooming flower. Petal by petal, articulately animated.

Stains that are hard to erase,

things too toxic to mistake.

Pretty pictures, those too, hugging window panes. Make sure she does not look at you,

no more than once, Journey into nowhere.

A house and a family, build upon fragments of love, burying lies.    Silence.    Until one of them breathes. And then smiles, as they sit normally. Pretty. That family.

She likes to illustrate,

on the soft, the white, the innocent,

pleasure hugs pain, her art, her craft.

She writes story books upon those innocent things.

You will see them. Just,

make it rain.

Two dots and a curved line. Happiness. Holy kiss.

That one day, cold again,

journey into nowhere.

She likes to illustrate,

on window panes. And watch as tears fall from the eyes, Of her creation. Petal by petal, articulately animated. Drips and withers, its precision fading. A house and a family. One of them breathes. They skink to their knees. Two dots. A curved line. Droplets make their way down. Smile bleeding. One of them breathes. Illustrations, that fall at your feet.

Pretty pictures. Dripping pain.

If you want to see them,

 

Make it rain.


Thank you so much for reading. If you enjoyed please do like, comment and follow my blog, it honestly means the world to me!

Love, Misstery


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