she walks into the bathroom
and reaches for the toothbrushes
as she shuffles them around
positioning them neatly to the side of the cup
she takes a step back and sighs,
she doesn't know what to do with herself.
~ restless
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Author:
emptysundaze (
Offline) - Published: November 7th, 2021 17:52
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
some, throw away the physical evidence
before dealing
with those poisonous feeling's
that have seeped, deep
into their fractured heart;
and some
won't touch, a single bristle
of their ex's
worn-out: toothbrush
before, they've dealt
with all the hurt...!
(thanks for sharing
such a poignantly relatable, read)
I just love the simplicity and truth of this. It says so much more than just the few lines......
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