Down the drainA Poem by Ina WaltzTrying to mix the act of suicide with the act of pouring cold tea down the drain; such a waste in both cases.As I watched the red
liquid escaping down the drain of my sink disappearing for good
into the darkness of the sewer I got mad at myself
because I forgot to drink my blueberry
tea again © 2012 Ina WaltzReviews
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StatsAuthorIna WaltzZagreb, -- Please Select --, CroatiaAboutI write poetry and short stories. I also draw and paint abstract images that my mind creates in order to understand the world and myself. I cannot live without creative outlet; when I don't write/pain.. more..Writing
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