A cold gray morning wet with drops from the atmosphere
She speaks out,
"The ground beneath me venerated in a bath of my tears"
When the sun does come out again everything will be in its place.
I am not satisfied with this cycle of events,
I could swim in the oceans of discomfort
The city WEEPS
Indiscretion hiding itself underneath the layers of variegated ambivalence
My heart dies with memories of summers of rivers and sisters saturated with water
pretending that princesses and mermaids and magical fish ruled the seas
Huge bodies of imaginative Lakes
are now just creeks in alleys littered with trash
Swept away seasonally, left only by an eroded visage
concrete eaten and rocky
making way for skint knees should anyone dare to travel here now
Skint knees with no glory
or tales of innocence
simply worn and raw
and exposing the bone
I look over the bleak edge of a bridge
The reflection of my smile lost in a rush of waves and addled water
I wait for Her to protest
and change my mind
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