Whose bloody mattress is that in the dumpster over there?

Blood stains through the wires of synthetic cotton

It is the mark of love from a birthing bitch

Rotten tomatoes squeezing through popcorn

It is a ritual gone wrong by a young witch

Ink torn from a fountain pen gone rogue

It dries and crusts in a shade of disgust

Now at home with the melting cardboard by its side

The bloody mattress leaves us behind