بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

what clings to the walls like glue from tape left on too long?
there is a feeling when i step through the doorway
just that particular shade of “sea foam” green, mint ice-cream, spinach in milk
every day i lived as a spinach leaf suspended in hot ice-cream clings to the walls
tighter than the milky mint paint and so wrong, twisted, strange
the room is a mug
tea-stained with my tear stains
the house remembers
all the words said within
they belong to it, now
they seep back out
they belong to me, so when i step through the doorframe they seep into me
and stain me hibiscus red
hibiscus tea seep out of the cuts i cut a long...