March 10, 2016

There's rainwater in my coffee...

I'm not being poetic.

I took my pale blue mug outside, stood under the bleak silver-gray clouds, and let the rain wet my cup. When my clothes grew too damp, I set the coffee on the front step and stripped. On my naked skin, the rain felt warmer. The world felt less sad.

I spread my legs, let the rhythm of the raindrops match the beat of my heart.

Now, there's rainwater in my coffee.

And coffee in my rain.

I close my eyes and surrender to the elements, until the water liquifies me. And all that's left is an empty cup.

XXX,
Alison

2 comments:

Jo said...

Beautiful picture xx

Miz Angell said...

(For the love of God, why am I always playing catch up? )

This is absolutely gorgeous. Made me shiver.