the fleeing of soul from body experienced through water drops

The water falls out in drops

that slap me gently,

making me blink,

and bead down my exposed face

and uncovered body.

 

Something runs away with the water

and it will never return,

each drop of water claws into some

memory

and tugs it down the drain

until I am left fighting to hold onto

anything that mattered

once upon a time.

 

The familiar numbness is revealed,

licking its lips and 

waiting just behind me with extended fangs and nails

it waits for the final day when

the ultimate nothingness

replaces the human nothingness

and I join the infinite space of existence.

 

Nothing matters as the water

drains soul from my body

as acid eats glass

slow

steady

unforgiving.

the river waits for no one

Water pushes and pulls

unforgiving and unyeilding

and its effects never end.

 

It treks onward

one slow, methodical, step at a time

or charges head-long into the abyss,

but never stops.

 

Water, like time itself,

smoothens the inanimate

while eating and crimping the organic

until it bends or moulds all to its will.

 

love,

love and its loss,

also eats the organic in a slow decay

unmerciful and not quite complete,

the slow appetite becomes tolerable

in time.

the weight of loved ones

Skin,

eat this water.

 

It is necessary.

 

Warm , salty water crawls,

down chiseled cheeks,

rolling off a hero chin;

no sustenance. 

 

Jets of hot water slap,

my thick hair and blank face,

my skin refuses to drink it in.

 

A ghost walks into my shower,

observing the way I am curled up,

helplessly soaking in chlorinated fire,

no chemicals kill these feelings or memories.

 

The ghost sighs,

unable to affect me.

 

A lonely time,

with delusions for company,

and the weight of loved ones' feet,

pulverizing my fragile, fleeting sanity.