![]() Cleaning DayA Poem by Heather Rodwell![]() I wrote this 10 seconds ago (Needless to say I'm currently cleaning my shower)![]()
In the shower, here I stand
Cleaning and scrubbing with my bare hand,
Ammonia pushes it's way up my nose
Pounding my head, curling my toes.
This dirt and grime just won't disappear
Mould under fingernails, Oh no, I fear...
It's time to clean myself this time
Before these chemicals affect my mind.
Permeate through fingers, into my bloodstream -
Been watching too much House, or so it may seem.
I suppose I must go back to the toxic cube
To finish what I started, or maybe go to the loo...?
© 2010 Heather RodwellAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 19, 2010 Last Updated on January 19, 2010 Author![]() Heather RodwellCape Town, South AfricaAboutAs a normal human being would, I'd do things, see people and go places. Yet I see everything in a different light. I watched my grandfather die, and instead of crying, I was inspired. I have a morbid .. more..Writing
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