the rain is thinking of you today.

hush.

the rain is thinking of you today.

distorting the milk of morning twilight
as it pours the blue discharge
across dirty mint green carpet
up stale bedsheets
creating halos around
the moles on your back.

and I drift through life
a petrol bomb thrown
in slow motion
a galaxy of umbers following me
to break the greasy surface
of the ocean...

abandoned cars bleed rainbows of bile
that seep into the gutters
lined with sick.
wooden gates moan in the wind
like moss-laced mothers
cradling their dying sons.

I always came back
following the trail of gravel moths
my steps would leave in your wake
flicking the debris of their wings
into my eyes...
spelling out words across my pupils

"stay... come back... don't go..."

blinded.
frantically crashing into train windows.

all these things never said...

filthy words etched
in public bathroom stalls.


his bones crack
like sour porcelain
as he lifts a cheap cigarette to his lips
the dried spit at the corner of his mouth
crumbles
like his yellowed
unbrushed teeth.
you'd swear he'd been chewing
on dead canaries
singing rancid whiskey songs
of old, pock marked widowers.

in my sleep
scratching hooks out of my skin


murmuring...

no...

no.


I often awoke from dreams
of being buried
with sand still filling my mouth and lungs
my hands like shrivelled carnations
with neon blue blood
trickling.
tricking down the tremoring window panes...


the chair he sits in
whimpers like a broken woman
at the first movement he's made
in hours.
the light from the High Definition T.V set
stains the cigarette smoke
blood red... forget-me-not blue...
a carnival of fucked up souls
as it curls around his nose
cluttered with black spots.

he sits alone.

staring.

sand softly spilling out
onto the ketchup stained couch..


my heart chants most nights.
seeping bitter words to him
like an infected wound
pouring onto delicately exposed tissue;

stopbreathing.

stopbreathing.

stopBREATHING.



...hush.

the rain has you in mind.
as it tenderly distorts the view from your window.

yes. the rain is thinking of you today...



but I am not.

More comments:

• On Thursday, December 27, 2007, Nixx (311) wrote:
  
  wow (stares in wonder for a moment) intense and descriptive, more please
  
  
• On Sunday, December 23, 2007, Lolita (190) wrote:
  
  This was like a warm blanket. How this has cheered me up, as the rain often does. Thank you.
  
  
• On Monday, December 10, 2007, Sketso (730) wrote:
  
  Just now came across this one... gripping. And a sucker punch, in the end, that really isn't. Nicely done.
  
  
• On Saturday, November 3, 2007, blue (1605) wrote:
  
  blue discharge o.O)) ninjagiggle.
  
  
• On Saturday, November 3, 2007, Lynaes (1028) wrote:
  
  *ninja punch* HI YAH
  
  
• On Saturday, November 3, 2007, blue (1605) wrote:
  
  okok! you rock you rock lady! owww. ninja lesson one.. dont upset the meeses. o.O))
  
  
• On Saturday, November 3, 2007, Lynaes (1028) wrote:
  
  you knows it. ;)
  
  
• On Sunday, November 4, 2007, carlosjackal (1799) wrote:
  
  serious!
  
  
• On Saturday, November 3, 2007, Bakkhus Unbound (1055) wrote:
  
  "abandoned cars bleed rainbows of bile that seep into the gutters lined with sick." Raw & absolutely wonderful; the imagery is fantastic. I could feel, taste, touch, hear every texture, sucked into each depth you've illustrated. And the images seemingly out of nowhere, almost misplaced yet perfect, unexpected: "filthy words etched in public bathroom stalls." The distortion of the rain's views, and the sudden, gripping ending. Heart-wrenching! "..." I feel as if I've just watched a Hitchcock inspired film noir. This is epic. 10+.
  
  
• On Wednesday, October 31, 2007, serotonin lost (217) wrote:
  
  wow... i'm sorry but i cant think of anything better to say and any attempt would just make me look like a fool. wow...
  
  
• On Tuesday, October 30, 2007, Alanarchy (1483) wrote:
  
  Your work is always visible, and vivid. I can dig it, kimsies.
  
  
• On Monday, October 29, 2007, Solace (1272) wrote:
  
  Normally, I've lots to say, but sometimes you beggar me of my emotions - as this piece does. It drains it like a mantra, draws you in and tears little pieces of the soul. Ainsof, bleeds my own words as aptly as I could say them...
  
  
• On Monday, October 29, 2007, Ainsof (2120) wrote:
  
  such an evocative intrusion... a beastly soul aptly described intruding upon the whispers of beauty softly pelting, as if seeking a way to cleanse the earth of a pusillanimous stench that hooks and bleeds out life... a leech, a parasite, a slug to which the rain might offer a pinch of salt to end the suffering. I feel the degradation and decay.
  
  
• On Monday, October 29, 2007, Bella Butchery (947) wrote:
  
  your talent keeps hearts beating.. what ever keeps you writing, keep it up. this gets faved, because i feel this piece with pure empathy. amazing
  
  
• On Sunday, October 28, 2007, Fantecstasy (139) wrote:
  
  Very nice... loved the images it brought to me... [Yes I do enjoy sick images sometimes]
  
  
• On Sunday, October 28, 2007, carlosjackal (1799) wrote:
  
  Heavy, beautiful piece =) And a new one..Yay!!! Keep 'em coming Platinum Lady :) -Golden Gentlemen
  
  
• On Sunday, October 28, 2007, Narcissa (750) wrote:
  
  what a hypnotic piece - I couldn't take my eyes off it - then I had to read it again. Excellent
  
  
• On Sunday, October 28, 2007, dying angel (1076) wrote:
  
  god damn. i've been so numb to everything lately and this brought back all of my senses. " I always came back following the trail of gravel moths my steps would leave in your wake flicking the debris of their wings into my eyes" if only you posted more often. if only
  
  
• On Sunday, October 28, 2007, Lynaes (1028) wrote:
  
  You're one of the reasons why I post at all.
  
  
• On Monday, October 29, 2007, dying angel (1076) wrote:
  
  i love you