these scattered rains

Like needles, thin

These scattered rains

Have pierced my soul to slivers

Stubborn winds correct my ways

I shrink with every step

To taste the floor on which I walk

My skin became its property

Another year I spent inside

with many secrets kept

I had to kill that part of me

That would have made me you

The narcissistic difference

To which I still subscribe

Until I do, these many times

I‘ll die and rise anew

And join my soil with misty clouds

To rain on them and you