se7enchance

Downpour


The rains came again, without warning. Splitting thunderclouds in the shape and color of ambivalence. It poured sowing salt across the fields of my mind in utter, drenching torrents. I sprinted across abandoned parking lots while looking for cover from the storms behind my eyes. People shambled into their front doors as I crossed the sidewalk in front of their houses. My head is packed full of cotton, and I can't afford another trip to the witch doctor.

9:53 p.m. - 2016-03-06

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