Words Like Water

Written on 5 October 2022

Words like water, falling like rain,
seep within the cracks, deep within the roof
hanging over my head sitting over my hands.
The drizzle of the waterlogged roof
louder than
the downpour of the outside,
but softer than
the drops ringing through my skull.

Words like water, freezing like ice,
seep within the gaps, deep within the foundations
faulting below my feet limping below my head.
The concrete wedged open by ice
just like
the ceiling pried away by rain,
and not unlike
the chasm torn through my head.

Words like water, burning like venom,
seep within the skin, deep within the veins
leading to my heart that pumped to my brain.
But in my flooded home
frozen by
the fury of this blizzard
set ablaze by
the fangs of those thousand jaws,

I saw a garden through the hole in my head.