Shower

by Aglaya   Nov 18, 2014


Black mold grows above my shower.

It's like a flower,

a spiraled mass absorbing water.

Heat and steam caress the tiny buds,

the ceiling paint gives way to springing spuds.

And I, a mere observer in the spray,

while witnessing the mold's expansive ways,

breathe steadily the fog of wet hyphae.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Ouch! though this piece tries to make the mold in the shower look like flowers, I can't picture the mold. Not because it's not clearly expressed in the poem but rather because I keep thinking of the flowers in the shower. The mold doesn't look like flowers but it would be better to see the flowers than the mold..

    I like the poem and the scene this piece portrayed.

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