The rain feels like a hug
JOSHUA D. MARTIN
Your call loops in the wind. Lying in the garden, only irises grow in your place. Storms wash away your remains piece by piece. I want to collect you, but I let you rest, letting nature take hold like you wanted. As long as you haunt my thoughts, the rain feels like a hug.
Unit-2571 REDPLICANT, aka Joshua D. Martin is suspected of writing weird fiction. Find him. redplicant.carrd.co