the mop
sits there
watching
me staring
at me with
those eyes
he knows
I need him
the tendrils of mop
B R A N C H O U T
Over the floor. Spreading and sucking bits of dirt. Out from under and around.
The mop cleans with the mouth of a monster. The tentacles of a giant squid. And yet I need him. Evil as he is.
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