The water dripped soundlessly,
so effortlessly against your skin;
your pale
pale
pale
pale
skin.
It felt slick you know,
how rusty and rubbery your skin feels;
you left me, you know,
you said you wouldn’t;
not even after death,
yet, I don’t see you keeping that promise;
you’re a liar. a pathetic liar.
I could make you come back,
you know.
you could come back to me and
and
your flesh wouldn’t be s...