Empty shoes

In the moment I fell outside of thought
Outside of rationality
And of processing which thought was linked to which emotion
Was it guilt that chained me to the act
Or was it anger that led me to think it was time
For me it was about time
the system in our brain
that leads us to rational thoughts and actions
and separates us from unintelligent species
was replaced by the 'feel'
and the unbounded freedom of instinct
and as the ignition turned off, click

I stepped out,
small splashes for heavy shoes
interrupting the raindrops' natural course,
trajectory
and fateful meeting with the asphalt
the first drop on my thick black hair
it momentarily sticks
then gives up and runs down
subsequently, drops
two, three, and four
two's on my shoulder
balancing and dancing with gravity
it doesn't stick
three is lingering
in the space between my forearm
and bicep
it trickles around to my elbow,
and sprints to my index finger and
gravity wins
it cannot stick
four splashes on my neck
it wants to stick
raising the small hairs on my back
journeying up and down
the bumps of my spine
circling my raised hairs
a cross country trip
abruptly halted then absorbed
by the pig skinned cylinder
of my dagger's handle
then instinct drops
gravity takes over
it sticks
just like the dry blood on my blade