“Rain” by CL Bledsoe

CL Bledsoe

It is raining again. I need groceries. I have work later, but I can’t go out. I’m made of sugar. You think that’s funny? You’ve never been caught in a light drizzle and felt your face melt. I have. It’s hideous. Nose dripping into chin, eyes drooping, one twice the size of the other. Nothing to do but bake a new one. Laugh. You think it’s funny. Mom told me, life isn’t always sweet. Not always.


CL Bledsoe has work in Hamilton Stone Review, The Dead Mule, Istanbul Literary Magazine and Cautionary Tales. His first collection, Anthem, is forthcoming this fall. He is an editor for Ghoti Magazine http://www.ghotimag.com

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