Drip, Drip, Drip -a Magpie prompt

Drip, Drip, Drip

She submerges in the warm bubbly water

not allowing the annoyance of the drip

to sink in and add

to her overabundant irritability.

The reason she was drove to this bathtub with bubbles

behind a locked door.

She surfaces to hear the cries of her youngest,

“Mom”  yells the oldest.

She dives back under imaging a bliss of quite,

holding her breathe for as long as she can.

The water thins as the rattle of the door gets louder.

She glances at her toes peeking out and smiles

as she climbs out she can’t help thinking through the noise,

At least my toes look awesome.