Only to be stirred up once more
Stinging your eyes and choking your throat
Halting their progress down your windpipe
Pulling up short
Short of breath
No air
Only fire
Blinking and wet
Slimy undertones of haunted castles
Death and despair dangling from fortress walls
Knocking into stone
Dropping to the ground
Stepped on and driven into pure white carpet
Time and time again
Scrubbed and stained
A lost cause
Crumpled and cleaned
Licked and dyed
But it never leaves.