Fall Out of Purification
The loving rain was starting
with gentle drops
The watery meteorites
pelted down to earth
my shrivelled heart opened up,
with every drop
a little more
I craved for it,
to never stop this purification
until I realized:
its washing my old skin away.
the Reincarnation of that unfledged me
was…
undescribeble painful.
I felt nostalgia while skinning myself
my neck still hurts
from looking back
way too much
My friend the time
announced me war
while I was standing still,
proud and frozen
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