Towering Dishware
I want to be locked in a chamber filled with dirty dishes towering to the ceiling.
There would be a sink, music playing.
But mainly just me and the dishes.
The water running
Running through my hands as I cleaned all the grime from the plates and things.
Theres nothing so soothing, nothing so relaxing as doing the dishes.
My hands and the water combined as one
Its masses stealing the moisture from my hands.
Leaving them entirely clean.
Clean as the pot that moments ago was covered in tomato sauce.
Once they've been cleaned they arrange them selves on a drying rack that resembles a huge bookcase more then anything.
Finding places for them to drip every last drop of water away was always the hardest part of dishes.
But now my worries are gone.
I have my thoughts but their not so over whelming.
No, I've been calmed by the pots.
The pots, the plates, the forks the knives, saucer, cup, frying pan.
Give me anything and I'll clean every spot
Leave me to myself until the waters turned off.
There would be a sink, music playing.
But mainly just me and the dishes.
The water running
Running through my hands as I cleaned all the grime from the plates and things.
Theres nothing so soothing, nothing so relaxing as doing the dishes.
My hands and the water combined as one
Its masses stealing the moisture from my hands.
Leaving them entirely clean.
Clean as the pot that moments ago was covered in tomato sauce.
Once they've been cleaned they arrange them selves on a drying rack that resembles a huge bookcase more then anything.
Finding places for them to drip every last drop of water away was always the hardest part of dishes.
But now my worries are gone.
I have my thoughts but their not so over whelming.
No, I've been calmed by the pots.
The pots, the plates, the forks the knives, saucer, cup, frying pan.
Give me anything and I'll clean every spot
Leave me to myself until the waters turned off.