I lift my phone and take a tint.

It is six-thirty.

Really?

My shoulders are extremely heavy.

I have been crying for one hour straight.

I hear the rain pitter-patter on the roof,

On the glass, on the lake, closer and closer to me.

Something is chasing me,

Like it's going to devour me, hug and squish and twirl me around,

and around.

I should have run.

What on earth am I doing?

Not running, not escaping..

but facing it?

Facing the pain,

Well, this is just me,

Dancing in the rain.

Oct 20th 2016