part two of the toilet cubicle

...and as I sat clutching my knees, the result of 1.5ltrs of water and one glass of wine presented itself in the form of a bodily function which most people do not shy from contributing to the waterways/septic systems of this land.

The lady next to me sounded like a horse...possibly the loudest piss I have ever had the pleasure of feeling via means of porcelain vibrations. The earth shook in shock of her rejection, her volitile release of natural disasters and as I sat, forcing myself to trickle downwards, masking my own pee sound with hers, she stopped mid-my pee.
The bathroom filled with the unusual sound of "shy pee"....i stopped peeing as if instantly sprung.....................

I sat repeating a mantra, coaxing my pelvic floor exercises to kick in. Over and over i repeated the mantra,until i felt a toilet flush next to me and as the water mixed with my cubicle neighbour's extracts

The sanitary disposal box on my right began to jolt.........tiles began freeing themselves from the wall

The nuts and bolts enabling my door shut, started to tweak and reject from the panels they were once inserted upon

Screams from the stall next door..............a green fluid oozing towards my jandled feet..............

"What the fuck?!" i screamed still clutching my knees, frozen in fear.......tbc