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Slow Drip
I turn the sink knob tightly,
The rush of water slowly dissipates as the last of it sloshes down the drain.
As I turn to leave I hear it,
The drip.
So faint,
And so loud.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Continuous and unending,
Rhythmic and random.
The last remnants of a stream,
Clinging to their source like a child to its mother.
The evidence of being,
The whimpers of existence.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Why turn the tap off,
If the water will just drip.
Drip
Drip
Drip
So permanent,
It’s almost soothing.
Drip
Drip
Drip
I feel myself drift softly into unconsciousness,
Lulled by the dripping tap.
Drip
Drip
Drip
So small,
So faint.
So subtle,
So slow.
I didn’t notice it swallow me.
I didn’t notice it take me.
Drip
Drip
Drip
The rush of water slowly dissipates as the last of it sloshes down the drain.
As I turn to leave I hear it,
The drip.
So faint,
And so loud.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Continuous and unending,
Rhythmic and random.
The last remnants of a stream,
Clinging to their source like a child to its mother.
The evidence of being,
The whimpers of existence.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Why turn the tap off,
If the water will just drip.
Drip
Drip
Drip
So permanent,
It’s almost soothing.
Drip
Drip
Drip
I feel myself drift softly into unconsciousness,
Lulled by the dripping tap.
Drip
Drip
Drip
So small,
So faint.
So subtle,
So slow.
I didn’t notice it swallow me.
I didn’t notice it take me.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Published 4th Jul 2024
Author's Note
It happened over time, it started as a small indulgence every now and then. When did it start to grow?
Just yesterday it was at my ankles, now it’s up to my neck.
(Type of addiction is up for interpretation, substance, feeling, etc.)
Just yesterday it was at my ankles, now it’s up to my neck.
(Type of addiction is up for interpretation, substance, feeling, etc.)
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