THE WASHING MACHINE

Unusual poem. Susanne writes horror and suspense so was always wary line to line, lol; still thought it intriguing enough to want to repost – hope u give the short poem a quick read, and maybe a long thought, wondering: why? 🙂

#poetry

SUSANNE LEIST

I’m having a bad dream,

no, maybe a nightmare,

of a washing machine.

It wakes me up at night.

It rumbles and whispers.

I hope it won’t take flight.

It’s moving and grooving

to a beat of its own,

that is far from soothing.

It’s a horrible sight.

A machine set to hard.

It’s ready for a fight.

I scream into my pillow.

“My clothing is all too clean,”

then I weep like a willow.

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