Poetry

Words flit about my head,
around it;
over it.
Words coming from dead tongues,
coming from dead air,
flitting about my head.
Coming from dead air,
from dead breath;
dead hearts.
These words are poison;
hail pummeling my skull.

A halt,
 a pause in the
cacophony of stale air.

Birdsong,
wind through branches,
rain falling on glass.
rain falling on me,
my face,
my skin;
rain; melted hail.

Rain,
flitting about my head.

Blood falling on me,
my face,
my skin;
your blood is in the rain;
pumped,
beaten from your heart.

Rain, blood, words,
flit about my head,
around;
over it;
on it;
tickling it sweetly,
capturing my gaze.

-mine again