spilled

an overturned
bottle of red
seeping deeply
into the beige fibers
staining the towels
hastily grabbed
to sop up the mess
until everything
has a purple tinge
each strand stained
the carpet bruised
muttered curses
drunkenly delivered
careen through the
dawn breaking over
the condemned buildings
implacable in their
hollow hauntings
as day settles over
another sleepless night
shining brightly upon
crimson splotches
over filthy beige

he crawls
on hands and knees
creaking loudly
an abandoned home
of vengeful spirits
desperate to escape
his own shuddering
disappointment in self
as the pool spreads
its lackluster bouquet
notes of sorrow
turning this
accumulation of dirt
into a sediment of
muddy disenchantment

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