falling on my head:
the threat of lies that hangs so dark and pendulous
over my head,
intwined in blackened threads that, woven together
spawn the clouds and drop onto my face
a silver sheet of rain,
that rain that burns my skin,
branding my arm with your monogram-
that searing pain of malice
brought by lover's touch-
touch me again.
Tsike Community Member 
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