one droplet
a small thud
barely audible
if it weren't for the
deafening silence
surrounding it
wouldn't be heard
at all
then another small
drop falls
slowly tracing the
veins clearly visible
on her ghostly pale
thighs
but then another droplet
falls
and another
and soon enough it's like
r a i n
the innocent little drops
became rain
heavy rain
so much rain there's the
fear that it'll become a
flood
it's all too much
too much rain
she'll drown
but she adds
c o l o r
just a dash of red
and it all feels okay
but it's not
now there's too
much red lines
too much color
perhaps she should
have left things in
her black and white
perspective
the color is all too
much
but everything has
become all too
much lately
for her
