Oaths and Toothbrushes

by Jenni Marie   Jul 28, 2014


Chipped toothbrushes
stained porcelain, music
fuels red splatters and
faucets drown heaving
sobs whilst knees
beg forgiveness,

but there can be no
exoneration until the
soul repents and sins
are forgiven- rectified
mistakes and mumbled
oaths to try harder,

uttered as toothbrushes
are rinsed and returned
to their designated spot,

-like they never left.

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