In the silence,
your absence echoes
off of every surface.
The water
from the faucet
mimics the open
veins in my chest.
Filling the empty gap
where my heart
once was.
It's sickly splatter
pools in the basin
and pours into
the darkness.
Draining
into the void.
How did it come to this?
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
In the silence,
your absence echoes
off of every surface.
The water
from the faucet
mimics the open
veins in my chest.
Filling the empty gap
where my heart
once was.
It's sickly splatter
pools in the basin
and pours into
the darkness.
Draining
into the void.
How did it come to this?
