Thursday, May 01, 2025

I see a drop

I see a drop and taste it
Sometimes it smells like a stale tear
A man was sobbing last night
He talked of walls too heavy a climb
Walls too tall to carry around
Sometimes it smells like a stale tear
I see a drop and smell it
Sometimes it tastes like fresh blood

She dipped her fangs hungrily
Sucking the best of the drip
Leaving her arm on the blue
Sometimes it tastes like fresh blood
I see a drop and hold it
Sometimes it sticks like water
I wash my face hurriedly
Upon the sound of footsteps
To bury stale tears and fresh blood
Sometimes it sticks like water

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