Liquid Remedy
Fifth in a series of Rain poems, inspired by the ending of a previous poem I wasn't fully satisfied with.
Summoned forth from the undying big-bang of ashen clouds, trapping glimpses of lightning orbs to glean onto our irises just so they may grow brilliant, a solar system of liquid stars is my anesthesia to nerves in my hands that look like they've met a reaper, to bones in my feet that discovered ice on Pluto, to nostri…
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