Fresh and familiar. Without a glance,
The oily crimson smears.
Investigation festers, fragments. You are not
Alone. Wise echoes crow. But,

what do they know.
Of blots which twist and tear.
Previously unbeknownst terrors they rear,
What a mess.

Mere sight repulses and sickens,
Inside no clot can keep or
Confide. In those who cheep and grasp;
Gaggles assure - assanine.

Out ****** spot! I banish thee!
Cleansing with unholy water; tainted rose.
I ought reach this point eventually
And yet.

Cherchez la femme, alas
To seek is feeble,
unbecoming to attest.
When this weak ends,
let me lie.