Thursday, December 21, 2017

6:05 am

Orange streaks the sky,
Angry scars on the milky blue
Remnants of the night.
Eyes tight from lack of sleep, bloodshot.
Head pounds, mouth sour from
The taste of yesterday still.
The same clothes cling to skin
Kissed by smoke, drenched in whispers.
Hair knotted, makeup smudged
From tears. of joy or pain?
Early morning air, birds chirping
Along to the lonely sound of footsteps.

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