The sky split- searingly-
Spitting down shards of glass
That lacerated skin and
Shattered.
Splintering tuneless on tarmac.
And hailing down a Guagua,
We clambered clumsily inside,
Squeezing amidst sticky skin.
Whilst raindrops clung- ardent-
To our fingers, faces, hair.
Meringue boomed: discordant
Against the drumming rain,
As we jolted, skidded along.
Our bodies cloying-
Compressed into a lovers’ clasp.
And you felt safe.
Safe like the Guagua,
With the broken wipers
And the screeching breaks.
A haven from those tropical storms,
Which devastate me- suddenly-
But now you are the sky,
And I am stranded in the rain.
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