memory – Wolverine Lily

She struggled to sit,
bones shivering,
staggered—

A feeble growl
a warning, stay back.
I held her eyes—
black as shungite,
two mirrors of agony,
pleading.

I’d pray against needles,
a quiet, natural end.
I couldn’t—

She battled upright,
for one last exchange.
Her blackest pools
reflected death itself,
hurling an awl into my heart.

I knew.
It was time—
her—to go,
mine—to let her go.

Now,
no barks for a mailman,
a leash chimes on a hanger,
a tennis ball cornered in silence.

And I—
I still see her pain,
engraved in my eyelids.
Two mirrors—
death staring, haunting—
burned into me
like black ice.

Author’s Note:
It’s been years; time has moved on, yet this has never left me.

In the hush of falling rain, I find my peace,
A gentle rhythm that makes life’s chaos cease.
While others scurry, seeking shelter from the storm,
I embrace the rain, with its touch of calm.

I love raindrops kissing my hair and face,
Falling softly with such grace.
With my eyes closed, I listen to nature’s song,
A pluvial symphony—a magical place where I belong.

I reminisce, at sixteen, my transcendent stroll,
Barefoot and alone on a countryside roll.
Shoes in hand, black mini-skirt on,
Singing in the rain, for hours till dawn.

Skipping uphill as the rain runoff drenched my feet,
Still blithe in a joyful dance to a rhythmic beat.
Soaking wet, yet feeling no cold,
Just the playful splash—a secret for decades untold.

So let the rain fall, let it pour,
For in its harmony, my spirit soars!
While others panic, fear its might,
I find my solace in the rainy night.

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Her Black Mirrors

Dancing to Pluvial Symphony