The Lost Phone

Upon entering the uriniferous room, my eyes suffered burns so that I could not see
Though the room was brightly lit

I stepped forward and smelled old beer and cigarettes put out in ashes permeating  from a foul pit

Dancing footprints on the dusty floor
Swinging, twirling they were
Spilled liquor, drools and coughs you could envision and hear the spat out smoke and swallowed filters
And faint echoes of boisterous music supplanted
by pain

I searched the room like a detective, a gumshoe in pretence that I haven't seen such decadence before

Turning over cushions like turning over stones, flipping pieces of trash like heavy debris
I'm madly
searching, I'm angry
Burning as my eyes tear up
Hating this sulfurous room and all that lingers
But, finally I find what I've been looking for

I smile, trying not to breathe in the caustic air
I turn to the door
I run over th​​​​e dancing footprints
I slam the door behind me for good
The lost item in my hands was like Gollum's ring
It is my precious
My love...my phone