drops

drops

she was lonely,

like an ancient bug

mummified in a drop of amber,

      cold

like the flower in the rain.

she slept in a house  without walls,

 a frame without a photo, anything can fit:

a sky, a smile, a shimmering dream.

but, instead, it was drops of rain

for her.

the wet ground for a bed.

she slept half drowned.

the rain swung from her eyelids,

drop by drop,

 innocent, salty, cold

to her cheeks like blades,

bitter taste on her lips-

death condensed in a drop,

lethal, like a viper’s bite

c:Nina K Orlovskaya 6/24/2012