Behind The Bathroom Door.

The bright orange lights,
The facial cleansers for days or nights.
The ugly black linoleum floor,
The bleached porcelain bowl.

The leaky faucet drip, drip, dripping like a clock's tick, tick, ticking.

Small goose bumps on my skin,
The ugly memories of my sin.
It should be easy,
That's what they all say.

The sick sound, the sick taste, the sick noise.

Sick, sick, sick.

I rinse my mouth, wash my hands,
Flush the sick away.
I walk across the plush, carpeted floor.
No one will know what I do...

Behind The Bathroom Door.