The Inside

This ceiling fan spins with such shaky vigor

that I can’t help but imagine the dropping of a single blade –

dropping out with no reduction in horizontal speed.

It would cut a person wide open

so that all may see

what he or she was made of.

In my mind, the blood is dark like wine

and it spreads to cover the floor

in a shiny coat of the most expensive polish

as all the people around stare in dismay

at their newly soaked socks.

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About Leil_ish

I am restless and intensely curious about almost everything that most people don't care about.
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