Quirk

I love the feel of rain on my bare skin.
Let it tare in.
While I stare in.
To this rippling mirror.
I do not look familiar.
The scars I can't see, send me a shiver.
Like a raging river.
Anger grows bigger.
And consumes a swollen soul.
Sitting all alone.
In the rainstorm.
Where it'll brainstorm.
It's mind a maelstrom.
Of the days gone.
By.
Sigh.
Into itself.
Renew itself.
Plunge into the water.
Like a lamb to slaughter.
Drown in a disease.
And wake under the trees.
So eager to please.
It's mind finally at ease.
-H