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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freyaaa (
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- Comment from author about the poem: story of my mornings and nights
- Category: Short story
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Comments2
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
Thanks so much
You are most welcome
Freyaaa, the line where you say “Okay stop now / I can’t” is what stayed with me. That small moment captures the whole struggle…knowing the limit but feeling pulled past it anyway. It’s such a simple turn but it carries a lot of weight. Nicely done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for the kind words and feedback I really appreciate it
Most welcome, Freyaa!
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