Every drop that falls chains me further,
dragging me to the floor,
trapping me in anguish and misery.
"Blackest mourning lace,
Stiffest upper lip."
These lines I whisper softly,
hiding the weakness subtley.

I feel the bruises of every impact,
Bludgeoning blocks of liquid torture,
falling on acute senses.
the tears that stain,
on satin clean and plain.