Drip Drop

Drip drop
It falls from the dagger
The blood of my lungs

Unable to speak
I grasp for words
At my tongue

Gargling on blood
I struggle for air
Vision fading


Drip drop
It falls from the facet
Water pooling.


4/14/20

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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