rejoice

the internal monologue at the beginning was…the 

pit pat patter of rain on windows then

wind through the trees but louder it grew

like waves &

the sounds of war, 

screams of experimentation
expressed in words 

scratched on surfaces 

stretched canvas of skin

with blunt knife strokes 
kids with mouths like coin slots 
fingers caught in the elastic of her underwear
rejoice

rejoice

rejoice

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