Worried

I hold your hand, tight
I can feel my pulse in my fingertips, as if my heart lives in my wrist

Together
I hold yours in mine
And mine in yours
Hoping it will make you smile one last time

Fleas are eating up the sky when I'm not looking
At night, I'll gently place you in my bathtub
Fill it with crystal clear crimson water
I'll watch you hit the bottom

A spider is making its long-waited nest in your hair
While my fingertips trace the outline of your fizzing face
Your mouth half open and your eyes half closed you ask for my hand to hold and stroke my palm with your thumb
The way we do with everyone

Your eyes now cloud and your lips purple bruised
The bathtub overfilling
A metallic smell is taking over the room
Soon the carpet will be stained too
And worries flood my ears
As I carry you in every step I step
Even though we haven't met since the day you claimed your final rest in my bed



Credits
Writer(s): Ioana Iorgu
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