I look down into the murky abyss
of my bathroom sink,
listening to the satisfying hum
of hydrogen peroxide. Where do
sewers go for a cleansing, a
baptism? They have one use
and one use only. Charon knows the
drill; my toilet does, too. I can
hear the atoms fizzling. I can
hear my atoms fizzling,
separating right into two.
© 2017 Josh Dale
Ooh how did you do the copyright thing?
hold ALT then type 0169.
Oh so cool! Thank you :) cool poem btw . Would love to dig inside your head :)
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