And It Falls Down

By Fujimi


Red was drip . . . drip . . . dripping,

On the inside.

The green poison still fell down the pink tube;

Slowly . . . steadily.

Every night—run away—escape!—from here.

Blackness is all the inside knew.

Now the outside felt it, too.

As the brown's closed tightly,

The tan epidermis fell down,

Dropped.

Red began to drip . . . drip . . . drip . . .

From you.


9 March 2006