The downpour happens quickly
From an overflowing vessel it falls
Leaping into what has been vacated
Left for loneliness and destined for

The stains from the previous tenant
Have been left on the walls for so long
It has begun to look like wallpaper
Fingerprints stenciled on the taupe walls
Telling the background of what once was

But this
This being poured swallows them whole
Every scream left in the wall sockets
All the tiny bits of lies swept into the pan
Of forgetfulness  dumped into the bag of

This here
This being poured wipes away
Every reminder of the last occupants
The taupe walls have now been painted
Blood red

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