[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #38. The publish date is approximate.]
imminent rain to cascade down pushing down quietly cleanse the rough edge of it all smooth out our feelings look into the clouds that obscure see nothing of help block your desperate view of heaven often by choice while you stand ready on hell. knowing, preparing for things to come anxious to consume the rage tearing you apart from within filling your heart with dread squeezing the life out of you the hate worse than the bile less pleasant as skin and flesh heal to feel it all again again again