Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Unfold Me.

Sitting in the dark.
Soft cries are heard.
Pitch black.
But a figure.
Comes in view.

The sound of rain.
Rushing.
Looking up.
Tear strained.
Wondering.

Little droplets.
On the window.
Falling.
And falling.
And falling.

The worst part.
It doesn't always.
Gets to its friends.
Hold me.
I'm scared.

I'm small.
Help.
I'm terrified.
Horrified.
Unfold me.

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