Toilet Troubles

Comments (0) Issue 3, Poetry, Writing

Toilet Troubles

By Keegan Eller


It was a Thursday

The walls were grey

Why must I wait

For so long – hey


The door opened

And she walked out

Her eyes frightened

I saw her pout


Our eyes met

Briefly but yet

Was a moment shared

For anyone who cares


She left in a rush

Why did she leave?

She did not flush

I can not breathe.

Leave a Reply