Fusebox

Packed everything red and yellow,
Left all her blues and greens in binliners.
Hid a tear disguised as mascara
On the under of his pillow.
Emptied one bottle from the rack,
Replaced with piss without one drip on the label.
Tucked away matches, tablets,
All his gold, one single picture.
Cut a prominent hole in the lino
The shape of a diplodocus.
Spread all the pastes in the house
Onto the carpets,
Burnt the cleaning fluids as bridges.
Kissed every wall of every room,
Lipsticked love in cold straight spaces.
Spat speckled phlegm into cereal boxes.
Tripped the switches,
Left her goodbye in the fusebox.