Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2014
That sound we make when noses itch inside.
We breathe in deeply, shut eyes, noses hide.
The squeal, "AH CHOO!" sounding like loud trains.
"Bless you," and "Thank you," our friends and we say.
Amanda W
Written by
Amanda W
2.8k
   grace
Please log in to view and add comments on poems