wash my face off by Angela Thomas i wrap my hands around the cold metal of the faucet and give it a slight twist. i let the water run over my hands for a few seconds before splashing my face with it. i lather up my hands in soap and bring them to my face. close my eyes, smell the fragrant smell. i rub my hands all over my face. i look in the mirror at myself without my mask and sigh. i like myself better when i wash my face off. if only other people saw through my eyes. 01/30/2010 Posted on 01/30/2010 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/30/10 at 02:58 PM It's usually the little tasks where we do our best thinking. Nicely done. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)