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Empty cups sit in the sink Liquid long since dried The sun is up But she is not Blankets wrapped around tight heat burning through her pours Silence curls around her ears Making it impossible to sleep Time has stood still for God knows how long waiting for her to move but she refuses Her bladder screams her stomach churns an odor laughs at her nose the mattress has formed to her curves The air, stale as it is has become angry at this pathetic being It lay heavy on her chest Her eyes close irritated dry she will stay just a minute longer... |
This is just such a vivid depiction of how hard it is to get up in the morning sometimes and I love it.. I know I have spent many a morning dreading having to leave my bed and greet the world with all its chaos and drama, but somehow it always happens even when I wish for it not to.. Beautiful images painted well with your chosen words that dance through this piece majestically.. May the goddess keep you safe, Tiffany aka Maskannai | Posted on 2008-09-05 00:00:00 | by Maskannai | [ Reply to This ] | |