Death

One.. Two..Three..

I count the droplets on top of a thin glass.

Quietly, I laugh.

But something is wrong

Everybody’s eyes – bloodshot

Everybody’s hands – trembling.

Four…Five…Six…

The droplets are multiplying

And the weeping becomes louder and louder.

It lingers to the deepest part of the soul.

Even more quietly, I laugh.

Seven…Eight…Nine…

The rain of woe is now at its strongest.

A million droplets flooding the room.

Everybody is black and blue.

Ten..

Quietly, I laugh and leave.