What it's like

A silent scream

A horrid whisper

The sound of a single drop

Hitting the cold floor

Followed by another

And another

And another

The constant drumming of droplets

Stroking the back of your hand

Before caressing the bathroom tiles

The sweet smell of iron in the air

The warmth of your insides on your skin

A puddle starts to form

It takes the shape of your heart

Your heart bleeds onto the floor

Taking with it a part of you

The part you hate and love at the same time

But you will never be rid of it this way

You will always carry it

Heavy as led

Pushing you down

Until you drop it

Or it drops you

For good

by Sirion