Breaking writing rule No. 1,340

You are the blistering rain,
from a category three hurricane
and I am a sidewalk chalk drawing
on a vacant four-lane highway.

And all of the flowery, poetic
bullshit in the world
canít show you
what it means to drown in you;
canít show you
that delicious hollowness
in my core,
can't show you
that windy ache
in my chest.

Or, the way your
traveling fingers
smear my features;
redraw my boundaries;
and outline simple desire
making it all a whole new thing.

I canít show you
why I thirst for you
to rain down your lust on me,
utterly destroying who I never was.

But I sure as hell
can tell you
how wet I am
as you
pass over me.

Written by Betty
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