The air smelled like fish after the rain.
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A front was moving in
And I shivered in only my dripping jean cutoffs.
I dipped my toe in a puddle of rain.
The muddle looked like mercury as it rippled,
Struggling to hold onto my reflection.
A water bug tore a wake down the center of me
And then the pool was calm,
It held my image perfectly.
My cheekbones were high and chiseled;
They were disturbed fault lines that had once slept soundly.
Two great caverns above their peaks;
They were hallowed, spacious, and filled with the muscles of my eye.
The skin stretching over my cartilage and bone
Was like a single cirrus cloud
Strung from the North Pole down to the South.
Over the caverns,
With its deep sockets, swollen lids, and twilight sleepless luggage,
A deeper and more porous canopy had set like a stratus cloud
Over a darker piece of sky.
Heavy brows like rain clouds above,
Hovering with lunar grace and arced slightly less than a crescent moon.
My forehead, feverless and cold,
Was so white and dry it looked skinless,
Then I was smiling because I knew,
Iím gonna leave a beautiful skull when I go.