It rains
sweet refreshing currents of life
those thin needles of dread
pinpoints of pain hot as ice in my heart
they wash away my tears
blend them to nothingness
unknown rivers on cold cheeks
streams coursing through thick hair
over cool skin but no one knows the difference

if I cry out would they hear
acknowledge my pain accept my loss
with small notions of concern or pity
would they give up the world
or continue their fruitless struggles
leaving me broken and bitter in paradise

I dive into the abyss
reveling in the freedom allotted me there
thin currents of life flowing like lattice work around and through me
weaving me into the patterns prescribed by the knife