That small room
At the end of the hall
Beckons once again
I shudder
For I must enter though
I know what is waiting
It lurks behind porcelain
Nonchalantly still
Feigning innocence
Yet bristling
With malignance
Waiting
Trillions of germs
Poisonous and potent
Lurk upon it
Seeking opportunity to spread
To new territories
Including me
I bare my all
And take a pew
If only there were another way
Yet I continue with my task
Feeling a cold sensation and
Aware of activity behind me
There shall come a time
When I must pick it up
Beasties crawling up the handle
Onto my fingers
And up my arm
Bringing sickness and perhaps death
Author notes
An assignment for my Dark Poetry class.
Please tell me what you think
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RUBBER GLOVES HERE I COME
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hehe Dettol..no problem ,,good luck
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This was a tongue in cheek assignment for my dark poetry class. I had to think of something ordinary and conjure up a feeling of fear; I'm not really afraid of the toilet brush!
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As I sit here in isolation suffering from the onset of pink eye, I can really appreciate this poem. Clever and hard-hitting.
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This is for my Dark Poetry Class assignment and I had to think of an ordinary object that isn't ordinarily scarey and make it scarey. Toilet brush came into my mind then I realised because my bodies being invaded by candida, parasites and mercury and that my immune system is low that toilet brushes are scarey to me because I can't fight the germs!So it's humerous, yet deadly serious! Thanks for reading and commenting. What's pink eye?
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a very unique perspective upon the lesson from my class. A great write, none the less, a touch of humor to something obviously so terrifying. I shall never look at a toilet brush the same way again!
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