Water, drips
Escaping from cold pipes
Claustrophobic caverns of mildew and moisture
Collecting in pools at the mouth of the faucet, forming and fusing until it's big enough
To fall

Drop
Plummets down, an endless journey, toward the white expanse of a sink and the impending drain that crowns it
Flowing down the smooth porcelain sides, nearer to that terrifying drain
Lingering on the edges until the water once more collects
And down the drain the drip falls
Back to the claustrophobic pipes
Time to go again