RAINCOAT

Your hands stained blue
Close around your own throat
Its a good thing you didn’t leave the house
Without your raincoat
Cause the clouds are bleeding
And you wipe a drop off your forehead
Realize your hairs receding
And you wonder if you might be dead
When’s the last time you even checked the time
Shit, are there even any clocks here
The streets are empty
All but for the scent of tires and fear
And it is awfully quiet
The businesses look closed
And all you can think
Is that your really glad you brought your raincoat
It’s that man again
Looking at you through smokey windows
And as the light fades
You admire how the city glows
And you know you’re not alone
You have these strange markings around your throat
And all you can think
Is that you’re desperately glad
You brought your raincoat.

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