Drip Drip
A Visual and (Triggering) Poem of One's End
By Autumn CavePublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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One, two, three
drip drip
on the walls
on the tub
of life
Sitting there
she goes
making sounds
making pleas
to the cruel, cruel world
Stop, stop she says
I've had enough
I'm tired now
and I want to
s l e e p
let me sleep
let me go
far away until
I'm done
making sounds
making pleas
One, two, three
drip drip
on the tub
on the floor
blood going down her face
she's finally free
she's finally free
there she goes
at peace at last
goodbye.
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