Day Twenty Poetry:
Under the Bathroom Door
The crash of the wind against the window
shatters through the subconscious
bringing dreams to an end
with the whirling of the blow dryer
the banging force of cabinets closing
the dripping of the shower running
bombastic voices drifting under doors
unimaginable stenches to nostrils
and you are awake
hours too early
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