And it felt like raindrops on my skin.
Until it blooded, bubbled, burst
Outwards.
Into raw, red, angrified pustules
Covering every speck of habitable skin.
Only to fail.
Fade!
Freeze!
And in its wake,
A
Seething,
Slithering,
Slime ridden,
Stump
Of a girl
Who? Me
Ate her peers for breakfast
Dined on her tutors at dinner
And ate the stars at supper
Spitting out the sun at the end
Cursing it for its vapid uniform intensity
A wrath enduring to infinity and the end.
A Tuesday Latte 