Rubber Duck

Bubbles in my bath

foaming with the riff-raff

duck is floating by my nostrils

sinking lower into ceramic holes

down the sink hole shall it all go

childhood has turned to dust

bones are beginning to rust

in this dirty water

how I miss my rubber ducks – New story started on Wattpad.

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