04-21-2017, 09:21 PM
Heavy rain on a summers day
I was a grey child, always out of breath,
a window to watch the street go by
from inside the quiet of an empty home.
On wet afternoons I would make up stories
about the people that passed me by.
The moment I saw the preacher
I knew I shouldn't have been at the window
I shouldn't have listened to his song.
He looked straight up at me
from under the brim of his hat
a sickly smile of yellow teeth hollowed his face
stretching me out across the room.
His didn't speak but I heard his southern drawl,
"are you lost sweetheart, are you afraid,
would you like me to come keep you company,
all you need do, is invite me in"
The song came for me that night.
"God is in his holy temple,
early thoughts be silent now"
That was the last time I spoke.
I was a grey child, always out of breath,
a window to watch the street go by
from inside the quiet of an empty home.
On wet afternoons I would make up stories
about the people that passed me by.
The moment I saw the preacher
I knew I shouldn't have been at the window
I shouldn't have listened to his song.
He looked straight up at me
from under the brim of his hat
a sickly smile of yellow teeth hollowed his face
stretching me out across the room.
His didn't speak but I heard his southern drawl,
"are you lost sweetheart, are you afraid,
would you like me to come keep you company,
all you need do, is invite me in"
The song came for me that night.
"God is in his holy temple,
early thoughts be silent now"
That was the last time I spoke.
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