Sunday, October 26, 2014

OctPoWriMo #24: After a Day's Cleaning



My fingers smell of bleach
where the skin has worn thin
and the blood worn through,
a day’s work evidenced
on body.

Not so godly
this, the oddly thought
I’ll start again tomorrow
when dust and must renew,
the tomb staved off
rather than
sated.


Poet's Note:  Totally not in keeping with the prompt for Day 24.  But...oh well?

2 comments:

  1. As an official member of the Horrible Housekeepers Association, I rarely experience this intensity after cleaning for a day. :D

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