Pink Soap

kayleighjo312

That smell;

I would recognise it anywhere

 

It takes me back

To playground days

When I tiptoed

To reach up to the sinks

 

Teacher would line us up

To wash our hands

With it

 

A slither of pink soap

It's body marred

With damp licked cracks

Formed by overuse

 

Thick like tar

It clings to the air

Stinging my nose

And my skin

  • Author: kayleighjo312 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 27th, 2017 14:26
  • Category: Unclassified
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