faucet far
and underneath
between two mercenaries
wrists locked
but not broken
tears crashing to the ground
locked doors
no spare air
each exhale is a regret
keep it
keep it all in and never let it go
it is snowing
the breeze outside bitter
and my tongue
it is dry
hot
in need of water
as the final tear falls
and crashes to the floor
if only i could lick it
if only i could taste it
i close my eyes
