drowning in purple

Purple is dripping from my bathroom faucet.

Because the drain
is plugged, it overflows

the basin.
Because the door is

open, it spreads
across the bathroom tile

and into the hallway
where I stand.

Because the windows
are closed it begins to rise

above my shoulders
and over my head.

Because I’ll try anything once,
I breathe the purple

deep into my lungs.
Now I’m drowning in purple.

Damn.