Wednesday, December 14, 2011

It's raining out, so I had to write

How small it makes me feel when it rains
Breaking open pomegranates underneath
Full bowls of crystal clear water
As not to stain everything with liquid hues of blush
By the time you finish
The water is light red
The bottom of the bowl is covered in seeds
Like dozens of tiny rubies gathered for warmth
My hands sink to the base of the porcelain
Tossing around the red beads
Between my fingers and the water (splashing a little at times)
Imagining myself underneath all that rain
And having only rubies to cling to

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