It’s midnight / I stand in the downpour of rain / on

the corner of 94th / drowning in my misery / the rain

is nothing / the droplets can slip through my fingers /

but the weight on my shoulders won’t budge / my screams

mix with the pounding of rain on concrete / when my

lungs are scraped red and raw / and my thorax burned

and eyes gouged / will I finally be enough?

The dormant demon inside / shatters the barriers of my

mind / and spews forth in ugly rainbows / I imagine the

colors would mix the ugliest shade of green / I’m upset

with the way the rain washes the stains away / at least

the vomit was evidence / now I have nothing to show /

maybe this is a sign / maybe it’s all in my head.

I look up at the endless sky / longing for closure / 

and reaching for stars that don’t exist / the rain 

cleanses my mind / and suddenly I was being petty / 

I wonder if I’ll remember this moment in the morning /

and start letting go of the past / but who am I 

kidding / this won’t be the last time I find myself 

on the corner of 94th / chilled to the bone and

drowning in my misery.