the flavour of air

my five year old self loved
the due drops on the green
and hence opened her eyes
at 6a.m. to watch them under
the faint glow of the sun

today crimson fluid oozes out
beneath the folds of my skin
taints the water into its shade
it's 6a.m. in the morning and i
watch the droplets of tainted water
on my bare thigh wondering
when the the flavor of fresh air
left my lungs making me devoid
of life