I just HAVE to reblog this. The level of description and detail is admirable.
It rains for all the dead animals, and for all those that died too soon. It rains for all the lovers, and for all those with no love left to give. The streets are empty; they breathe for no one. Raining for hours on end, it rains in my heart as well. There are images, sometimes words. There are bodies in flight upon bedsheets that have seen better days, and there are imprints of teeth on porcelain thighs. The front door of a house you once knew is slightly ajar, and as you step inside, the ghosts of smiling faces reach out to you from picture frames that have fallen to the floor. It could be weeks since you last saw them, but then again, it could be months. Feelings that were once fresh are now raw, and as the light fades from the sky, a lone child runs through a…
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