I dab my tears <br />and scream <br />when streams of pink <br /> <br />drip down <br />the shower tiles. <br />I have these visions <br /> <br />of Psycho or <br />me on the cross <br />but no, <br /> <br />she left <br />used tampons <br />in the soap dish <br /> <br />instead <br />of a Dear John <br />good bye.<br /><br />Alex Nodopaka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cruci-fiction/
