24 Deep Dives

The inhumane injustice at the sink
arms elbow-deep in the murky unknown
still remains fresh in my memory bank.
Soap bubbles hide the creatures down below.
Here lie the chunky remnants of supper–
What’s that? A drowned noodle or sea serpent
traveling far away from its lost home?
Diving down again, I might find some mush
Bread dissolving into a gross substance
Not unlike the regurgitation from
a zombie after dining on some brains.
A quick pull from the drain leaves this behind
And the nightmare at the sink ends for now
Until next time I have to do dishes.