Every opening of the eye is a reminder
to relearn happiness -
to remember and recall that happiness
until the next day
when goodbyes are said
and the storm rains on only one;
the clouds are morbidly lined
and the downpour is bleak.
No towel for comfort
just you and the storm.
A constant rerun of hurricane bitch
every time you close your eyes.
Stranded, standing in a solitary lake
grey water shines black
seeps through you and drowns
your hollowness
until the next day.
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Bethany Louise Rose
2015
