walking in the rain
in the style of fiona apple
**Whispers in the Downpour**
In the drumming darkness, the world turns slippery,
and the rain, oh baby, it sings a lullaby of ghosts,
stitching shadows from streetlights and soaked memories.
Each step pools a little deeper, where the echoes get tangled—
I swear I can hear them whispering secrets,
hissing like the wind through the alleyway,
"Don't you dare forget us."
My heart beats like a metronome, ticking heavy,
as flashes of lightning illuminate the faces
of the ones who used to hold my heart in shambles.
Drenched, I press on—
because love isn't dead; it just slumbers beneath the puddles.