drip, dropped.

Drip/drop
leaking through my ceiling.
The princess
and the pea.
This princes bed
full of sand,
and wet none the less
The sound of shattering glass
as my lullaby
sing me to sleep.
Guide my fingers
to swift keyed justice.
The sound of sex.
Rough and unloving.
Disenchanted
and
disconnected.
In a clearing,
of voice
it is all it will ever be.
Black holes/black outs
we owe thanks.
Invoke something,
anything.