poetry critical

online poetry workshop

diary of a maid

i found evidence of invisible crimes
scratches on the head board
the furniture had been abruptly moved
footprints scaled the walls
even the pillows looked abused
a broken strap
lone sock
foreign hairs
lost in entangled sheets
which when separated and folded
exposed me
to waves of trapped heat.

27 Nov 18

Rated 8.5 (8.5) by 2 users.
Active (2):
Inactive (0): 8, 9

(define the words in this poem)

(1 user considers this poem a favorite)

Add A Comment:
Enter the following text to post as unknown: captcha


  You know what's just as worse as being a house maid? Being a Hotel maid : ) . Good Poem
 — CheBourdain7