This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 18.8.2015 at 17:59
Blood drips from the ceiling
And seeps up through my floor
I tread it through the house
I bathe in it
I relish it
Why do you think I am always mopping? Blood drips from the ceiling And seeps up through my floor I tread it through the house I bathe in it I relish it Why do you think I am always mopping?
18.8.2015 at 17:59