The Last Drop
Words By Samuel Smith, Art By Roegger
drip
drip
drip
The dripping has persisted for hours
I remain still, lying here on my back
drip
I try not to think of the sound
drip
drip
drip
Visions of past distract me from my present
running through the field
not sure if I chase or am being chased
drip
joining in with her giggling
She isn’t giggling anymore
not since I’ve been here
drip
she thinks I don’t know
but I can hear, I feel her ache
all I hear is crying
drip
drip
drip
I lie still, I’ve given up movement
and that dripping is driving me mad
drip
but I suppose I shouldn’t complain
I’m here
Though I do wish this box was a little bigger.
drip