this poem was originally for a poem project, but its one of my shortest free verse poems and i absolutely fell in love with it. as a note, i cant relate that i experience pain as this poem may illustrate at the moment, but i have in past years - yet there is no connection overall.
Drip, drip, drip
the faucet leaks rapidly.
stains a white surface,
dirtying the pure flesh with open wounds.