They spill and cascade
dripping down my cheeks,
sweeping over my lips
the wetness a surprise
a relief;
the sniff of my nose
and the unsteady breath,
the quick rise and fall of my chest,
they’re falling
I’m weeping
and the strength in me
is lost.
I cry.
The tap drips;
echo, echo, echo,
drip, drip, drip,
it doesn’t stop, there is no end -
the flood gate opened and
so the tap drips;
drip, drip, drip.
My wide eyes water
and spill silently;
at least they don’t echo
like the water flowing from the tap.
They roll cautiously down my porcelain cheeks
and drift, drift, drift away
to be forgotten – to be lost.
My heart [...]
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