Seeping
Thinking of You
The vase is leaking through the cracks--
And my blood droplets, infusing the floor tiles--
With their tint--
Beneath this plain face I present to you--
Strength decays, firmness fails,
My little beating heart is dying inside of me--
I will sleep--
And I will cry--
Staring at the bedside phone--
Waiting for your ring.
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