sat on the edge of the bathtub
my feet, wet, in the rivers of the flowing cold water over my toes
as i dab in-between the tiles on the wall
with a damp cloth
occasionally sprizting it with
a black mould remover
catching the trail before
it slides down,
and soon
the smell of a swimming pool invades my nostrils
i gag

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