Wash it Off
- Christopher Bias
- Oct 29, 2017
- 1 min read
Don’t you remember
that time you messed up
with the girl of your dreams.
Or
that time you wore that
mustard yellow jacket
the night of prom.
Adjust the boiler
based on the amount
Of
mistakes made,
days ruined,
and nights lost.
Like your house key last weekend.
As the fog clears up
from the evaporating water
falling to the porcelain surface
down into the drain
where the once living nightmares
will forever remain.
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