A-Curring…

“a swollen face; looks out of place.
darkened eyes and grey skies. All the signs are pointing — right. Storm’s a-brewing.

As rain pours, red cascades through clouds. Down down down. Haemorrhage: a-ccuring.

Bleeding a-current.
No noise. Please, please: I don’t want a-torrent.

Or a gorge will forge and for ever…more: my life: suspended. Waiting a-waiting, sitting still and patient; a-painting. Hold still. Waiting - alert - for sedating.

Please please please. Just stop.
Leave me alone……..

STOP!!!

And breatheeeeeeeee, it’s over.
The clouds have parted. (beat)
The sun will shine again…

As such:
nature is healing, the tides will turn.
for what once was you always will yearn.“