3pm, face down on the crumbled sheet,
As if a whale out of the water,
Drops of water on her face,
Windows shudder and clatter,
Needle of rain drops hitting the thoughts,
Piercing through the stagnant thoughts, moon walking to the past.
Blood on the old crumbled sheet,
Blood on her baby pink lingerie,
Physically pained but numbed by the tiny flake inside of her,
Spreading each time the rain drop pierced.
Red, flamboyant on the outside,
yet cold blue on the inside.
summer nights, longing desire wishful smile,
Flowers, rushing Dopamine:
Flickering patterns of love, unobsecure yet pleasant.
Tick of a clock and poison:
Summer nights, lasting fights and dull eyes,
Crumbled sheets and scar of words, blunt yet wounded. - Dee