A Plumbing Nightmare
A rusty faucet leaks clear blood
upon the metal soil of the old sink.
The endless rush of the harsh flood
gives the thirsty drains a spiked drink.
The plumbing's veins are stained with rust,
a disease ignited by the curse of time.
Silent pipes collect wayward dust,
frosting the mold's creeping crime.
The steady drip haunts human ears,
as blood red eyes close for nightly sleep.
But when the metal pipes release their tears,
insomnia's roots grow too deep.
This plumbing nightmare lies in wait
for the unsuspecting minds of the human race.
As mortals attempt to fix this fate,
another leak occurs within their eroding place.
Copyright © Angie Sharp | Year Posted 2007
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