by Kate Van Raden
As if the sky knew we broke it,
the rain came driving down,
And you knew I couldn’t take it
so you turned the car around.
We never understood the words;
Never stayed to listen
Covered up the tares and burns;
the scar tissues thicken.
You’re a holy ghost,
A white hypnotic spell,
I tried to pull and keep you close
now I write these words from Hell…