Clean

The smell of rain, captured and held her raging and self raped psyche. It was like the arms of Mother veiled over all suffering of her wild child and smothered her with protective affection. Battered arms reach above in a mimic embrace, anxious to be rid of a jinxed soul.

Inflicting wounds on herself had become an everyday habit. Such pain can be endured even comforting at times, but it was the pain cause by others that brought the agonizing wish of death. Exposed to the pregnant clouds, stretched and swollen she waited patiently to be baptized.

Finally to be cleansed and qualified to love and not lust again was a thought so magnificent, her body trembled under the strong potency of the feeling. Father sun waited for Mother's water to break so he could shine proud rays of love down on his favorite child. A youngling he believed was lost to the lustful and corrupt lunar alliance.

But the smile that painted her face at the first kiss from mother, was enough to cast away all doubts. She became clean.

...Drip