Analysis of torrential rain

black and frilly, black abyssing me, me abiding and silently watching the blackness overtake you to become a tongue and cheek succubus drinking black coffee to insinuate black
the rain pours
Shhhhhhhhhhhhh
you murmur on sleeping pills

1 ½ Xs
when I Spy with my Big eye on your abstract expressionist intersecting potentially fresh upon dry self-harm marks, like wet on dry watercolour, smeared, carved deeply yet cutesily unthought-out like your doodles e. g. the penis-turns-into-cat or the stylised S scraped on desks
falling
the rain dances in diagonal direction
unloading like bullets
sounding Shhhhhhhhh
torrentially
you say

I feel very relax

your neck exposes a massive nebula of a mark, a grey-purple-black hickey, two of them like rips, slash slash, your predator sexualising your anxiety of its semi-permanence, patiently, long enough to leave this grey mark which doesn't go away today or tomorrow
you breathe

hhhhhh hhh hhhhhh hhh hhhhhh hhh hhhhhh

unsemantic
the word I finally remembered to say
drastic
drastic
drastic

you sound like you're skating over thin ice
because your voice creaks
and fissures appear in what you're saying
a cool facade running away before melting
a detached laugh
you disassemble our connection
in microseconds
and it feels
suspicious
(but I can't hear you anymore because of)
The rain which Unloads unbearably
torrentially
symphonically
thrashing us with a wall of noise
your bench outside is stuck
45°
where you sleepily light a cigarette
entering the wall of droplets
unsheltered

bathing in puddles with ruinable socks you giggle
Let's Go