Like a handful of sawdust
abrasive words are
shaved, scattered, and finally lost
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Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The Rub
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The Washboard
Her knuckles were raw.
She'd been stooping over the
basin scrubbing his clothes
for hours.
Her mind was numb,
lost in the abrasive thump thump
thump of blood-soaked cotton on
the washboard.
With a handful of soap and
a tub full of suds, she scrubbed
her soul and washed away
the loss.
She'd been stooping over the
basin scrubbing his clothes
for hours.
Her mind was numb,
lost in the abrasive thump thump
thump of blood-soaked cotton on
the washboard.
With a handful of soap and
a tub full of suds, she scrubbed
her soul and washed away
the loss.
Labels:
abrasive,
grief,
handful,
loss,
threewordwed
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