I found my clothes stained with blood
A jacket, a pair of jeans, a shirt and boots
This morning, like every other fortnight
a dark puddle of blood grows on the floor
from stained garments hanging among suites
The rest of my wardrobe shows no blight
except a jacket, pair of jeans, shirt and boots
Whitest sheets next to blood-stained clothes
I show not sign of blemish I am a coot
This morning, like every other fortnight
I have not a clue why or who
my coffee tastes like rust.
Photo Credit: Csutkaa
