Wet Leaves

By: Isabelle Morgan

Red in my cheeks

Reflecting on the street

From the kiss of cold

From the collection of rain

Feeling completely

As the drops fall 

From the sky and combine 

With the ones from my eyes

Giving into my knees

Hunching over the same

As a laugh reverting

And my decisions reacting

I can scream my name

And buzz away the curls 

blocking my brain

But to say I’ve told you everything

Would only be true for the insane

Because while sitting in the rain

White skirt dripping translucently down

Soaking away any reality of shame

Exposing pain as peace another way

Warmth didn’t come 

from covering my skin

It was the hand gently running

Allowing this person floating in pieces 

And my body to be the same

The night didn’t blink

And each drop caught a different state

I haven’t figured out how 

Or if it will amount to anything great

But I know what it feels like on the ground

And love didn’t stop because It rained