Sterile Relief

by The Cowl Editor on September 17, 2020


Poetry


Hand pumping sanitizer
Photo courtesy of pexels.com

by Grace O’Connor ’22

 

Bubbles stand still in time, dancing through the pressure of the push on the plastic

The liquid distorts the image in front as it pushes against the molded bottle

The only release is the tiny white nozzle

That holds the exit to freedom and confinement that lies below

Dissolving is its purpose leaving behind its clear path

As it pours out sterile relief from the consistent light push of the thumb and index finger

It kills the invisible particles that creep between the crevices

With just one dot and intertwining of fingers

It buries itself behind objects until it is needed

Ending its life as it dries slowly, obliterating everything in its path

 

 


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