Thursday, May 30, 2013

Plaque Attack

The foaming stick
enters
the deep, dark cave
boldly.

It moves
over and around
the pearly white soldiers
standing in a row.

The scent of 
mint
is pungent.

The pale yellow enemy
is scrubbed furiously
until it has been
subdued
for the day.

Then the stick
retreats to its
battlestation
while 
a flood of fluid
moves through the cave,
removing 
the final foamy traces
of battle.

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