Mourning After

sun rising, yeast baking 
in the soiled sheets. 
froth of your love like latte lattice 
stuck to the brim of my tongue. 
bric-a-brac baby, midas touch, 
gold sheen of betrayal in morning love. 
see how it’s made: hate. 
i am thinking about her in your mouth 
sheets bed hair skin 
i am thinking about nothing at all. 
grudges like grass- cut down, 
but back the next day, 
a chore. a service.

 

don’t talk about loving me
like you once did. 
i wanted everything with you. 
my thoughts are vines that
refuse to be tended to, ensnaring
the things that get too close. 
head over the toilet watching
technicolor become sewage. 
flush me away. flush me away.

 

mourning after. 

i desecrated the altar
that bore your image
and swallowed the pill.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

kklovey23

Wow that was deep. and so personal, Thank you.

malloryanne

Thank you so much!

Junkheading

So vivid, keep it up.

malloryanne

Thank you!

tamaragarcia

this is so awesome

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