Raining Cats and Bullets

The rain punches towards me

From above,

Hurtling out of the darkness

Like where it’s coming from

Is worse than where it’s going.

It slaps me on the forehead,

Drips down my nose,

And falls off my chin towards my shirt.

 

The neon lights from the nearby hotel

Reflect in every drop.

They’re like red bullets

Streaking across

A black canvas.

I don’t even need to close my eyes

To imagine a better image

Than this,

Now.

 

I cup my hand

To soak up pieces of this scene.

Drop by drop screams out of the darkness

And into my palm

Splashing into a forming ocean.

Soon,

The crimson puddle I’m holding

Overflows in a steady wave-like rhythm.

Dripping off my fingers

It looks more like blood.

 

If it is,

I don’t fight much to

Keep it.

Things are perfect right

Here

And

Now.