The puddle was bigger than I expected.
A bubbly, slosh of beiges. Sticking to the floor and
oozing in between the folds of cotton. Creamy lumps
spewing across the tiles,
a partially stirred condensed soup.
Fabric lay flattened in a depressed heap.
A patchwork dress of green and tan squares
immersed in slush,
buttons still fastened to the
neck hole.
Two shabby undergarments, a dismal pink,
wilt,
leaked from the skirt's underside.
Gin Rickey on the right,
straw swirling, scarcely sipped.
Leopard print glasses to the left,
arms open,
longing
for
their
head to fill the frame.
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SCREECH: A Horror Poetry Collection
PoetryA compilation of poems in the creepy and weird realm.