The Bathroom

An empty tube of toothpaste lies desolate upon the bathroom sink. While fragrant bars of dyed soap turn the filthy skin a healthy pink. A roll of soft, white toilet paper sits silently beside the colored tile. Two fuzzy towels cover a naked bar, waiting to join the dirty clothes pile. The silver mouth of the quiet faucet vomits a refreshing liquid gold. And the ugly, worn handles beside it lose their printed directions of hot and cold. The bathroom's a highway for human traffic, and the floor feels the warmth of mortal feet. But the busiest place within this room is often the throne of the toilet seat.