weightless water
dripping,
dripping onto skin.
the first shower fragile and refreshing,
not yet enough to wear you thin.
water not so weightless,
sharper than a million pins,
slowly but surely piercing,
chipping away within.
water wearing wounds
for each blemish on your being,
tearing down what you have built,
wanting higher, better things.
water waves crushing
the soul held together with strings,
a drowning suffocation
disguised as the prize you must win.
water in my airways.
water in my lungs.
water drowning my will to live,
punishment for what I have not done.
weightless water
dripping,
dripping through my soul.
for a thousand ceaseless drops
are heavy enough to make a hole.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 2:40 AM UTC
weightless water
dripping,
dripping onto skin.
the first shower fragile and refreshing,
not yet enough to wear you thin.
water not so weightless,
sharper than a million pins,
slowly but surely piercing,
chipping away within.
water wearing wounds
for each blemish on your being,
tearing down what you have built,
wanting higher, better things.
water waves crushing
the soul held together with strings,
a drowning suffocation
disguised as the prize you must win.
water in my airways.
water in my lungs.
water drowning my will to live,
punishment for what I have not done.
weightless water
dripping,
dripping through my soul.
for a thousand ceaseless drops
are heavy enough to make a hole.
