There's alcohol and weed
In your carpet.
Storytelling
Ripped-
(And wood chips.)
I remember
Lying there
Trying to disappear
In(to) your carpet.
I became one
With the fibers
Sinking, slipping,
Forgetting...
(Or, trying to.)
You let this happen.
I returned to the room
And began to turn
That ugly shade of beige--
My skin, scratchy,
Riddled with dirt,
Grime, regret,
Remorse, and guilt
I have been overcome.
I have disappeared.
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