Hypocrite



I saw the nail paint dripping
on our mahogany table
We bought it yesterday, I think,
Sammy didn't let me remove the label

We are still setting up our home
The house is under construction
The photo frame in our bedroom is crooked
The refrigerator doesn't function

I looked up from my trance
away from the brick red liquid
We are in this together, he said,
Sammy believes we will be forever

We are still shifting 
The boxes with the word 'FRAGILE'
The cupboard is now lined with our clothes
The mirror shows me in flannel

I can't stop the nail paint
the color has now reached the edge
We know we won't fight but
Sammy will be upset 

We are still drifting
The table is no longer there
The house seems to be spinning
The red liquid is all I have. 

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