Holding back the rain

The rains came.
A smell of subterfuge in the air.
Unpicking the sanity, one stitch at a time.
Quickerty quick.
Chased down the rabbit hole, on the back of a hare.
Hurrying home.
Faster than the neurons firing in that skull.
Calm me down.
Let me lick the bones beneath.
Sniffing that alabaster heart locked within.
That day was like any other, with no parade.
No trumpet calling me to arms.
Teaching me how to fight.
I take down the sun, replacing it with the moon.
Creating shadows in time, moving with more purpose.
The gates of heaven are always open, easy to slip inside.
Called back after years away, lost in the material.
The world within a world.
That day the rains came.
Eager to wash it all away.
But they drowned you too soon, caught up in the current.
Sunken like a wreck we planned to sail.
Here it rains only stars.
Peppering my eyes with light like snow.
Yet I think of you still. Fighting against the undertow.
Holding back the rain.

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