Finish line

You watch each droplet grow in size,
bigger, bigger, bigger, GO!

it’s a race before your eyes, presented by nature upon your window.
You watch intensely, wondering which drop will make it to the finish line first.

It’s a race before your eyes, presented by the blade balanced upon your fingertips.
You watch intensely, wondering which drop will make it to the finish line first.

Your breathing is quickening with excitement,
Faster, Faster, Faster.

Your heart is quickening with adrenaline,
Unable to replace what is lost.
Drip drop, Drip drop, Drip drop.

The rain collects at the bottom of your window and then blown away, it’s over.

The blood keeps running,
There is no finish line.
It’s only over when your last sight is the Sea of red wine.