Metaphors
I am the sound of the siren
Blaring past your window at 1 a.m.
I am the shattered vase
Left on the floor to walk through
I am the blood
Running down the bathroom tiles
I am all the unanswered messages
Begging to be noticed
I am freezing cold water
That was once hot and now runs frigid
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