you've knocked me off the counter;
i've spilled onto the kitchen floor;
you've stepped in it now, stepped on me;
your sock is wet, your feet are cold, you slip in the mess i have made

paper towels don't work, and neither do real ones;
i am not a disaster easily cleaned;
i linger;
you will try to pick me up but i will stay;
i seep into the floorboards, make home in the tile;
i will live underneath until all the wood rots

i will mold your home from the inside out;
i will eat your walls, stain your ceilings;
you knocked me over,
so i dripped into the cracks and crevices of your home;
i will cling onto you for as long as i can