Today.

Pathetic poetry patters.
Raindrops types, slithering down clouded windows on grey pigeons.
She texts me- There is a rainbow.
Where?
Not in my eyes. From here, 12 floors down I just see monkeys straddling the iron rods that are scaling the building face.
Baby monkeys. Mothers. Fathers perhaps.
I see you come in. This thought that had been hovering around gingerly for a while, shoves plans aside and makes a lot of empty space for itself. But it doesn't sit down.
Gets up. Wanders away.The gaping space staring at your face.
Punched clean away. Tears are burning my eyes.
I am screaming out inside.
And I am counting seconds to breathe this anger away. Scathing, bitter, fiery, hot anger- rushing up the nerves in my temples.
I stare down at the floor, nails cutting into my palms.
Peace.
Pathetic.
You. Me. Her.
Well. Even when I tear every action apart, fragment and deconstruct into the most honest acts- the scales are tilted.
The eternal battle for earth and sky. The darkening shadows in my eyes.
The bludgeoned to death lullaby.
Even the mice patter on wooden floors.