stains to remind me

August 23, 2011

i remember noticing the water running down my walls, trickling in wavering trills, staining the ceiling.  i remember touching the surface, feeling the liquid cool across my fingertips.  i remember pressing into the bulging behind the years’ accumulation of paint until it burst, a fresh stream created, startling a gasp from my lungs.  i remember watching the light glisten on my damp nails, and being tempted to touch them to my lips.  i remember an uncomfortable sense of awe garnered from the sound of rain on my windows and this river in my home.


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