After a month alone and forgotten - Mackenzie Goodwin

After a month alone and forgotten

It fell
All fuzz
And liquid acid rancid
Perfume
to your outstretched feet
This verdant microcosm reminiscent of the
Primordial soup
From whence you came (yourself)
Flowering cold
and tenacious as that same Sunday morning
from its reluctantly vapid vessel
clinging,
with white audacious blooms
an Exodus; an onslaught,
as though fleeing the putrid obscurity
of some despotic
coffee-cup regime.
You stand,
Repulsion
So strong
It paralyzes.
As the stain seeps disquiet –
A miniature sea of unwated life—floating
mucus-like upon the memory;
An artifact from under your desk
A ring of promise, you laugh
It leaves in memoriam;
A black lesion
on virtuous cream carpet,
A slime half-corpse betraying
a façade of ceramic
Valentine hearts,
An experiment undone,
A culture uncultured.