By Siti Sarah Sofea
Tick, tick, tick.
The consistent sound of raindrops falling to the ground;
so consistent it’s almost like a ritual.
As the curved shiny beads mirror the world around it,
it briefly stop at the edge of the leaf
before falling to the ground,
forming a small murky puddle.
But the world witnesses another type of drop,
ones that are formed at the bay of a small white globe,
seemingly hesitant to fall
before it glides across the smooth surface.
Drip, one falls down.
Drip drop drip drop..
An invisible storm crashes everything.
The dam failed to stop the flow of the liquid
as it floods the entire white globe.
She chokes and suffocates as the water flows continuously.
No ritual, no peace.
Sitting there in tears as she prays for the pain to stop.
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