Losing a Race Rigged In Your Favour

The rain is pouring over me

washing away the evidence of you from my skin

so that I don't remember how it felt-

I curse that rain.

A forced memory

perhaps now only a hallucination

but I know it well

I know your smell

from countless encounters

brief aromatic impulses

Like dogs in heat

I don't have to be told

I just know; it's you

But the rain keeps pouring

as if to counteract my efforts

And while the pain is pushing through the surface armour

with brutality

the combination of hot on cold

can shatter me

I hold the image

you seem to have

                               misplaced

from your filing system

so only I must bear the consequences of

jumping

           over

                 the

                      edge

aware that we can't fly

and thus expecting the fall

It seems I emerged unharmed!

You must have hit your head and contracted amnesia-

It's the easier remedy.

I stand with the trauma

playing like a movie in my heart

and you don't have to give it a second thought

Inequality

Blatantly teasing my insecurity

Was it real?

Are you here now or am I dreaming?

My imagination

gets the better of me

In my mind

the events of that night held a merit to them

A certain mutual but

unwelcomed agreement of

the terms and conditions of

the act we performed

And now I take the shame

but behind your back

for I won't let you know

what that moment

has cost me.

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[rt farris]

you capture human emotions in such a photographic way, i can see. thanks for sharing.

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