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Drop (here)
Pipes creak all around me
In what should be comfort
But I don’t speak metallic here
Unless you count the lingering taste
Rain hammers down on my windows
In what should be comfort
But I don’t build things here
Unless you count the increasing pounding in a head
There’s a clicking noise somewhere
Click.
In a constant rhythm
But I don’t click things here
Unless you count the bones
Too many feelings outside
Pounding on my skull
But I can’t escape them here
I can’t even try to hide
Maybe one day I’ll escape the sensations
But it might be the day I drop.