Strewn Across The Floor Poem by pump princess

Strewn Across The Floor



Can we get clean again?
The speakers inquire;
Inescapable sounds
That spread through her like fire.
His body is strewn across cold countless tiles—
Interrupting its pattern—our pattern-
of blood, tears, and smiles…

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