Above me, the rain falls heavy on the roof,
humming a tune for my belly which aches.
My insides are as dark as outside.
It being midnight.
No light, except a splinter of moon,
springing up, with a start,
sensing so much space in my ache.
Falling through the sky on a droplet,
of finding, searching, reliving.
Frame by frame, lying flat, wan ache.
Perpetually conceived.

Digitally enhanced pencil sketch.

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