Monsoon
A summer night fills the air and with the taste of rain.
Those endless memories that rush back.... all over again.
The rain sang songs.
Dripping misery til' all was wet.
The liner dripped.
Mascara smeared.
The lipstick bled my face so fierce.
Rain met my clothes.
A sadden splash.
A fearful pain which squeezed my nerves.... . .
Copyright © C Lee | Year Posted 2012
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