Stained

The laundry room was silent,

With soft spinning dreams,

Of me wrapped round your shoulders;

Muffling your screams.

Your eyes were vacant dime slots,

Comfort-soft ice cream.

Lullabies on Eco spin;

The demons in them mean.

I watched you as my cycle ran,

Your blood came squeaky clean,

I caught it with my colour guard,

Satan's satin stain.

Your pulse cut out.

You drained away.

Innocent, it seemed.

A lonely sock.

Forgotten rag.

Anonymity redeemed.

A filthy pipe dream in delicates,

To tongue your skin pristine.

I'm a dirty little scrubber girl.

Thirsty, raw, too keen.

And just like you I'm wearing thin,

My strength has decomposed,

I'm fading fast,

Please run my love. 

I'm hungry,

Sick;

A ghost. 

My soul is stuck dear laundromat,

You trapped me when you closed.

Now I just watch the dryer spin;

And wait here for my clothes.