The Soup Spill

I crawl up your

Bowl,

Brush past the

Brim,

Up over the

Rim,

and dribble onto your

Neatly polished floor.

My stains whirl across your

Surface

in a pool of

Swirling pearls;

I sink my teeth into your

Boards,

My permanent marker magic trick.

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