Wash Away Poem by Kathlyn Grace

Dripping like a fauset
cold and bare
it's barely there
and yet the pain feels all too real
as it compleatly blows you away
that you can even think the thoughts
rattling through your brain
once again
yet deeper still
the killer on the rise
the thoughts that haunt the memories
are better left to die
and yet the words that were never said
drip and dropp tonight
just like a leaking fauset
the words, they come alive.