Written by Tabalith
Art by Sam Willis
I thought it had started to rain
as it always starts to rain,
when I least expect it
And then I stared into the
mountain of dark blue dots
I stared into its pumping
heart of summer night whisper,
waiting for the heart to speak
a language I understand,
finally.
But look, my love, look outside –
I thought it had started to rain
But the sound came from the
wind and I smell nothing in the air
The pumping heart has died in
your little hands, my love.