air trapped by a bubble
has nowhere to go but up
amidst soapy rubble
plastic scrubbers and empty cups
daily chores fill time that is not rest
muscle rhythms press my back
bubbly waves beat against my chest
hot water drips from white-rubber drying racks
finished
with sore arms I can return to drawing
shintsukimi205
Okay, that's relatable, and I love it.
On the bright side, at least we got clean dishes.
CandySweetssJr
What we do for clean dishes :)
It's actually no hassle. I just wanted to write about something new.