The Dead Game by Susanne Leist
Wednesday, July 12, 2017
THE RAIN
A feeling of cleanliness.
Let the water rain down on me.
I can’t resist its pull.
It draws me to the window.
I watch its majestic descent to earth.
It washes away all dirt.
The impurities left behind by humanity.
Wash me.
Clean me.
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