The Next Morning

Christina K

The mornings after

he drinks

are the worst.

Because the bathroom

smells like vomit

though it's already been cleaned.

And he doesn't understand

exactly what he said

and just how much it hurt me.

  • Author: Christina K (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 29th, 2018 12:52
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 21
  • Users favorite of this poem: Aislinn Wilson
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  • Aislinn Wilson

    This is so very sad, but what a well written short piece.

  • dusk arising

    Excellently crafted work. Print it and pin it on the back of the bathroom door, let him read it.

  • Michael Edwards

    A real gem Christina

  • FredPeyer

    Incredibly well written, Christina. With just a few words and lines you painted the whole picture, the aftermath, the hurt, and the futility of making any sense of it.



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