Drops echo
in the sacred white tiles of the bathroom

But everything
Is as still as always

A fume emanates

There's blood in the sink
A blank stare permanently rippling
Through the eternal dimensions in the mirror

A stranger walks in and
Walks out of the bathroom
The fume sticks to his clothes

And pollutes the air in the rave party

A drop of rusty water
Disturbs more in the pail