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.