somewhere in the house
a faucet
leaks.
i'm in a vincent price
movie.
losing my mind.
where o where
is this drip. this sound
against the chrome
drain.
incessant, persistent.
but nowhere
to be found.
somewhere a pipe
creaks,
groans, laughs
softly
as i
toss and turn
in a unrestful sleep.
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