it's pouring out of me,
into me,
onto me.

it looks like silk in my mind,
your deep turquoise dress sliding to the cold floor

or liquid wax,
hot and ready to let its wick burn for as long as it lasts

maybe it's blood,
a drop pricked from my fingertip, a wound gushing and drying crimson on dark skin

it could be water,
rippling around me as i dive, tumbling me in the tide's pull, choking me on the salty sea

either way, i'm watching it develop a full pool around me as
you grab my hair and force me to drown in it all

lmk what you think in a comment (or vote), and have a good day/evening/night <3