It’s about to pour down
rivers of rain
and suddenly
I don’t care.
Because I am prickly, stickly sweaty from
summers ill heat.
Just so my hair doesn’t cling
to my tears
I peel it back from my face.
and I peel my skin back
from my itchy bones
and the sky is dark
while my stomach is sick.
I miss you.
but
you’re better now.
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