Crouched thus,
the cold, tiled floor
has much to offer
the steady drip from the rusty pipe
plays background music
to this mocking scene
spent,
cocooned in
muted humiliation
I wait
for another wave
of nausea
to live up to this glorious moment.
Remya Sasindran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bathroom-break/
