pop!
pop, pop, pop!
soap bubbles
ringing in your ears
long after the
bath is gone.
pop!
can’t get the
dirty
out of your mind
even if the
soap bubbles
got it off your body.
pop!
red-tinged water
flows down the drain
and out of your tub,
but the solid remains
of true lust
remain forever more.
pop.
suddenly,
simple pleasures
sound so sinister.
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3 comments:
neat lil' alliteration in the last three lines. comes together well, goes down like water
Heh heh, nice poem, it flowed really well and was really unique, awesome. I wonder what inspired you to write this...
Well said.
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