falling through rain (a chain poem from the NF2W9 workshop)

It feels like falling through rain, the icy pelts of raindrops thudding against your skin, your uplifted face welcoming tiny splices of pain, the water trickling down your sweet onyx face onto your expanse of dark chocolate neck, the sweetness of the curve-length diluted into strands of remorseful hurt, hurtling further down onto your bronzed shoulders, your collarbone shrieking in […]