drop

You Cramptly lay watching the last drop

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Drip

 

Drop

 

of Warmth

 

It Escapes.

leaves

It leaves your toes

 

Drip

 

Over the edge

 

Drop

 

Down the drain .

 

The candle wic exhales a smear of gray.

That sent fills the air.

You know the one.

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The one that sings birthday wishes,

over a confetti coloured cake.

When times were simpler.

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The one that lingers in the sky,

between the embers on a winters night.

When times were warmer.

 

The one that holds countless moments of nostalgia, 

in generations over and over again.

When times were held dear.

 

Before the world began to peal away your skin

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One

Slither

At

Time.

 

That smear of gray clings onto the walls

Floods your already clouded head

Its so crampt in here,

You hardly fit.

Your body shinks tighter into its self.

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It Shrinks ?

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If only

If only you could.

If only, in this moment,

you could really shrink away from the world.

Follow that drip. 

 

Feel

That

Drop.

 

Dampend hairs begin to stand on end.

The long awaited shiver begins.

You ask your self how long you can hold it?

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That feeling,

The feeling

Where you feel, 

e v e r y t h i n g 

Every hair,

Every quake

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How long can you hold it ?

Truly attuned to the tatters of flesh still clining to your bones.

The parts of you that haven't yet been severed by the world.

Till the shiver stops.

 

Numbness.

Quiet.

Its time to sit up.

To leave the tub.

Naked,

Standing.

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