this began once upon a time
as a spring shower,
tender & sweet
only wanting to wash over
everything, leave a little shine.
quench the thirsts that lived there.
pour down some rain to fill in cavities,
puddles to play in. to splash around in.
and then:
the thunderstorms came
passionate & proud
hell-bent on destroying anything
and everything that could not bend.
and the flooding began-
that which could not swim fast enough
drowned. slowly. and the ground gave
way. everything that had never been
questioned before eventually tumbled.
strong, but not strong enough to withstand
the fury of that dark rain. that cold
muscle that only grew colder.
more monstrous.
more hateful.
more & more
every second that you stood back
in the shadows, letting it
willing it to.
well,
it has succeeded.
you have succeeded
and nothing will ever be the same.

so can you finally say you're happy now
or is even this still not enough for you?

01/28/2003

Author's Note: i never dreamed it could get this out of hand. i guess that's what i get for underestimating you. or moreso, for OVERestimating myself. you win. again.

Posted on 01/29/2003
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