leak
lock yourself in your room and let the faucet of your mouth leak words upon a screen just like your absorbent eyes squeeze your soap tears from their mascara stained water. and maybe you tried to repair the faucet: tighten the screws tighten the nuts tighten the bolts. but each time you got close to fixing it, someone needed to wash the dishes. again came undone: the screws the nuts the bolts. and so, the rough sponge stung your eyes, dripped water and streaks of soap were left on the dirty dishes. open the door. out you came, just to dry off, but the water soaked your clothes and it stuck to your arms and it stuck to your face and it stuck to your torso. and so, you dragged yourself, helplessly, to the kitchen. there stood the heart of the house. "drink some water, it will make you feel better." but the leaky faucet served water from the well, and screw it, because it tasted just like metal. no one cared to change its filter, no one that could. no one paid attention to its s...