Green slime in the glass, built up long and strong.
When will I ever catch up and the sinks not be full?
I have mindless other things to do.
Watch re-runs of shows while tripping over my things.
A small pile of clothes on the floor with dust.
Dirty things stuck together like popsicle sticks.
I miss those moments that once gave me joy.
Where did all the motion disappear?
Black mold can be toxic, don't care where it is.
One infestation can be gone with one act of purification.
No one is around to see the mess, twelve years in the making.
Next time everything will move faster.