Drip,Drop

by Taylor Porton   Jan 31, 2006


Drip
Drip
Drop
falls the blood from the tip of my knife

Pitter
Pitter
Pat
race the beats of my broken heart

Sob
Sob
Wail
scream my lungs as I let them deflate

Bang
Bang
Boom
pound my fists on the cold bathroom floor

Boom
Wail
Patter
Drop

It's too late to stop.
drip
drop

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  • 18 years ago

    by Gary Jurechka

    This was different, an air of menace, sadness, resignation.I like the way you constructed it, the one word lines.It would've been cool if you could have rhymed the last word in each stanza(and I usually dislike rhyme!) but this flows good and is quite unique.

  • 18 years ago

    by Stephy

    I love the idea...the whole sound thing is great..good job!-xxx-

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