Wake up
Brushing teeth
They still feel dirty
Brush harder
Gums bleeding
I should stop
No they still feel icky
Brush harder
More bleeding
Okay stop now
I can’t they still feel dirty
And the cycle repeats
Finally they feel clean
Day continues
with the taste of blood
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Author:
freyaaa (
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- Comment from author about the poem: story of my mornings and nights
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Comments1
Too much of a good thing is bad. There is such a thing as moderation. Nicely brought to a focus in this write. Well done
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