Bathroom Dream
The migraines come more often now
bills for bad choices made
Washing my face with cold water
looking to the day
encapsuled in this room
Urine in the bathtub
on the floor
in the washing mat
Feces around the bowl
towels and toilet paper
strewn in every line of sight
The family screaming
wanting
destroying the other room
How did I get here?
Oh, that's right
I was born here
and leaving was the dream
April 24, 2014
Tressa Lee Breen
Check out NaPoWriMoer wabi-sabi...beauty in imperfection's twenty-fourth entry "Retaining Life".
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