With a heavy sigh, I stride into the room.
A soft light, cold ground, gentle
Scent of perfume.
On a white chair, I take my rest,
Thinking on who I am,
Breaths moving my chest.
The slow murmur of exertion
Escapes my throat;
Hands together, head down, just letting my thoughts
Perspiration dances on my brow,
A little more force, a bit
To have enough force to go
The full length.
Murmurs grow to groans,
Groans to yells,
Breath filling my chest as
My stomach swells.
Finally, the deed is done,
With a sigh of relief, I relieve myself
Of the burden I have, and
Face flushed, I flush
The cold bowl.
Breathing in peace, satisfaction made full.
I wash myself, cleansed of all waste;
Easy now, no strain on my waist.
Hands dry, I leave
The silent room,
Now a desolate place.
*Note: This is SUPPOSED to be a humorous piece; see if you can find out what I’m alluding to! 😉