6 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms
Ants, in all of them
New sofa, new perfume
Still, I see the holes in the walls
Tall ceilings, silver spoon
Mildewy, a faucet that only runs warm
A carton of milk in the fridge,
Spilt over,
drip drip dripping into a sour puddle
it soaks through the floorboards
pungent, cutting through the air
I hear it as you hold the door open
Come again
But please,
Leave soon
Apr 21, 2024
Apr 21, 2024 at 3:24 PM UTC
6 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms
Ants, in all of them
New sofa, new perfume
Still, I see the holes in the walls
Tall ceilings, silver spoon
Mildewy, a faucet that only runs warm
A carton of milk in the fridge,
Spilt over,
drip drip dripping into a sour puddle
it soaks through the floorboards
pungent, cutting through the air
I hear it as you hold the door open
Come again
But please,
Leave soon
Somebody get me out of here
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