Oil Spill

So seep in
midnight oil spill,
drip between
the twists and turns,
nooks and crannies,
delicate carriageways,
intricate corridoors,
thought roads.

Burrow deep
and spread like
ink on cotton,
blood on paper,
wine in water,
leaving angry blotches.

Worm your way in
to soil
even those memories
best hidden,
long gone,
most treasured.

Taint and stain and smear
until there's nothing left
of them
but disillusionment
and hope's
unattended funeral.