Drip drip drip
A rusty pipe from my tailbone up to my skull
Holds together my ragged muscles
My nerve endings flowering out
In vibrant and varying colors
Drip drip drip
I grab a towel to wipe up as much as I can
As always I sleep it off
But I wake up in a puddle of blaring reminders
Soaked and heavy before I even lift my covers
You are not well
You are sick