12. Drip.
12. Drip.

Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.



Author's Note: Call it laziness to rhyme, call it anything you want. but my mind can only come up with these words, and simple as it is it somehow evokes an image for me. if it does not for you, too bad so sad.

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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.

- Kai Teoh, Seasons of September