Summer Storm

Everything is going in slow motion

Red and blue clouds

Negatives

Against a lollypop sky

Looking like perverse piles of candyfloss

Melting, growing

Scowling at me

As the water

Drip

Drip

Drips in my head

Suddenly

Bright

White lightening

Sears the sweet nightmare of the sky

Rips and tears

Still no rain falls

Then the staccato beat begins

Merciless

A drumroll of death

Getting louder and louder

That thunder does not frighten me

Nor does the hot swriling wind

Whipping leaves and branches into submission

But the pictures in my head

Playing over and over

Of what I did

Of what I created

Chill me to the bone

And it stuns me how I managed

To laugh

To dab perfume on my treacherous throat

I lied

I killed you yesterday

And I'm sorry

But the frustration gathers

Weeping

Sobbing ghosts flit through my walls

Photographs of old memories

Stale with grief and mourning

Fluttering silk dresses

A courtly bow

And the images fade

Leaving cold stones

Nothing but dead, cold stones

That shudder with the thunder outside

Not like me

An ice statue

Lying alone on my bed

Staring at nothing

The cracks on the ceiling judder and shake

As the poison

Drip

Drip

Drips in my head

As the perfume

Drip

Drip...

Drip