When the last drop goes through the sink

and you are left with nothing but your own

way of producing liquid

Liquid that’s an expression of all the pain

all the trauma

you have been suppressing

The trauma that resurfaces every time

a drop forms at the bottom of the faucet

and falls down

down deeper and deeper

through the pipes

and the other parts

all of the parts of the sink

I don’t know

and never will


when the drop falls through

and you know all is left is you

when you look down, deep down

you wish you could wash your face with the *****

muddy water in the sink

that you deserve


How dare you shed a tear

that would drop in the sink

and stain all the rest

innocent drops that became one

One whole

something you never could do


How dare you be superior

superior to a drop that formed

at the bottom of the faucet.