• artemiswrites 22w

    The rain poured down
    in a fit of excitement
    like children running out of
    brandishing paper boats
    like the swords that
    have gutted multiple imaginary
    Before boarding the tram,
    that will take me to
    Adulthood and deposit me
    there like an old bag
    with serious umbrella
    and newspaper
    in hand
    I stare into
    the flower tainted rain puddles
    only to find my
    childhood staring back at me