Pointing to the sky,
raindrops and cyanide,
the people are melting.
Their cries echo off
concrete walls
and voodoo dolls
but none can watch the sun arriving.
Hearts splashing
crashing, side to side
they're reaching
and looking on as they go down.
There's a spark in each face
in the last fall to the ground
they splash into souls.
Pools on the pavement.
Water crystals
frozen pixels
their lives blurring into one
illumination
one
waterburst.
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