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.
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Author:
Christina K (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments4
This is so very sad, but what a well written short piece.
Excellently crafted work. Print it and pin it on the back of the bathroom door, let him read it.
A real gem Christina
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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