Blood dripped through the ceiling
and pooled on the floor.
It had been raining
for days on end.
The poor quality
of our building's
construction
let it in,
all thick and red.
There was no escape from it.
People seemed to try
anyways, though.
Sometimes you
wouldn't really see
one of the puddles,
and you'd step
right in it and
stain your sock.
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