Crouched thus, <br />the cold, tiled floor <br />has much to offer <br />the steady drip from the rusty pipe <br />plays background music <br />to this mocking scene <br />spent, <br />cocooned in <br />muted humiliation <br />I wait <br />for another wave <br />of nausea <br />to live up to this glorious moment.<br /><br />Remya Sasindran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bathroom-break/
