Laundry

Laundry

With the whir of the machine,
it starts.

Colors that were once evident
now are obscure.

Water pours and disappears,
slowly soaking into the layers of cloth
inside.

Liquid soap
invisible,
but it makes its entry
with the presence of bubbles.

I walk away with a basket,
empty from what was taken out,
and let the machine start
the laundry cycle.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my new poetry book/collection! Here's where I will post my poems for now :) As for the other ones that I've posted in the past, I've decided to leave them be but please check them out if you like poetry. Anyways, I hope to be able to post two poems every week but if not, please understand that I have a busy schedule. Thanks guys for your support! Now go have a fluffy day!