Stained

I stand in the pouring rain.

I feel it beating against my skin.

Pounding.

Relentlessly.

Mercilessly.

It has seeped into my pores.

I drop to my knees and pray

For the storm to wash you away.

And the rain stops.

But I still feel you beating against my skin.

From within.

Pounding

Relentlessly

Mercilessly

You have seeped into my pores.

And I am stained

Of you.