Whit ur ye daein?
your mother said
outside the lavvy.
Daein
mah business
you said
leaning over
the lavvy bowl
wiping your mouth
with the back
of your hand.
If yoo're makin'
yooself boak again
I'll tan yer erse
your mother said
moodily.
Aam nae
jist normal mince
you replied
leaning back
on your heels
looking at
the lavvyseat
yellowing
at the rim.
Ye best nae be
haverin' tae me
she said.
She walked off.
You sensed
the acid
in your mouth.
Your head
felt hot.
You got up
and wiped
your mouth
with toilet tissue
and threw it
in the bowl.
You pulled
the chain
water flushed.
You breathed in
the dank air
stench of puke
and shite
lingered there.Whit ur ye daein?
your mother said
outside the lavvy.
Daein
mah business
you said
leaning over
the lavvy bowl
wiping your mouth
with the back
of your hand.
If yoo're makin'
yooself boak again
I'll tan yer erse
your mother said
moodily.
Aam nae
jist normal mince
you replied
leaning back
on your heels
looking at
the lavvyseat
yellowing
at the rim.
Ye best nae be
haverin' tae me
she said.
She walked off.
You sensed
the acid
in your mouth.
Your head
felt hot.
You got up
and wiped
your mouth
with toilet tissue
and threw it
in the bowl.
You pulled
the chain
water flushed.
You breathed in
the dank air
stench of puke
and shite
lingered there.
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Author:
Terry Collett (
Offline) - Published: June 22nd, 2017 09:38
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Comments1
I'm hopeful that Kersteen found healing? Nice slice of life write on a grim topic.
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