..:: FLUSHED ::..

The cold air crept under my skin slowly like termites eating their way through old rotten wood. The shiny sink shined with such grace in the dim eerie bathroom. The only light that poured in was from the tiny window above the rusty dirty white bathtub. My only door to the outside world. The bathroom was messy, as though a matador had been provoking a bull in this four tiled walls. The tiles were cracked and yellowed, you could tell that she was old and antique. Her flowers which used to run along the walls were now cut short by the ugly evil cracks which snipped her roses. The sink was a mess, old brittle tootbrush were thrown all over and toothpaste were disgusting squirted everywhere. This was appauling to look. Maggots had made themselves comfortable nesting in the eaten fragile brushes of the half snapped toothbrushes. The mirror was a seduction. The frame was a beautiful golden brass woven in circular motion almost like a hypnosis to whoever who stands before her beauty. Each step on the ice cold floor sent my spine into spasm. It was so cold, almost like snow on a cold winter night, or maybe worse. The chilled painful pricking of the cold air was too much for me to handle. I sit in the corner, hiding myself in between the toilet bowl and the bathtub, trying not to rub my self on the brown rusty pots for fear of being thrown in a fitz from my lack of tetanus immunity. I look up at the window, feeling despair but I fight against the gagging feeling I have in the back of my throat as I feel the green stench of toilet water and the open sewage pipe push its way down my esophagus. The moonlight spills in,  mocking me , teasing me for I am trapped in here and she is out in the big black sky shining her rays on all those who are free.