Alas, I spilled anger all over the floor
Scattered droplets singeing the carpet
Sultry sulphur puddles of spiteful spittle
Left lasting, stinking stains
No mop bibulous enough to absorb it all

The prompt for day 27 at napowrimo.net is to write a poem that explores your sense of taste. This is more like a 3D rendition I’m afraid 😉