Lockers

Lunchbox rejects lurk
In dark corners
Glowing gently green
As mould blooms
On discarded surfaces

Letters of love languish
Crumpled and forgotten

A sock smelling strongly
Of teenage feet
Stuck behind P.E. kit
And crammed in books

Don't Touch!

Keep Out!

Not for secrecy's sake
But for fear of fallout
An avalanche of debris
Cascading onto filthy floor

French next!

Fumbling to find furled pages
In broken folders
Liberation a delicate process

Too late!

The torrent unleashed
Tumbling onto the head
Of the unfortunate soul
Below.

Thank you so much for all the extremely kind and thoughtful comments on yesterday's 365.

One year on and still going strong.

BTW - just decided that as these putrid lockers have many, many nasties hiding inside, they are appropriate for this week's assignment - Where the wild things are ...