Spilt Paint Split

White pool

floods

thick and

spreading

and unnoticed

until my knee

touches it

wet

white

and a fucking 

mess. Why am

I painting in

bed again? Why

am I such

a mess?

*BREATH*

As I rinse

out my wash

rag,

the water

a pure white

matching

the porcelain sink,

too beautiful

to be a mess.

And as the

water drained

with it my

worries followed.

Spiral, slurp,

gone.

 

 

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