Hands pressed against the window,

Splatter of rain on my sunken eyes,

Breathless, waiting for the slam that would never come.

Rain water gathered at my shoes, pooling at my dirty soles, burnt socks and bruised ankles,

Milk teeth memories rushing back with the whir of the storm, I drink them up.

I try to grasp at this water,

Scoop with my blistered hands and splintered nails, trying to return the water to the clouds.

The window won’t close, there’s no turning back.

I spit, stumble back, milk teeth strewn across the floor, my hand clasps my mouth.

Rain pours in.