Friday, 7 November 2014

7am

It's 7am and the bottle stands by the bathroom door
With lipstick on the mirror.
A bar of soap stains the sink
And I don't have the strength to blink.

It's 8am and I'm headlong out of my head again
With a note on the fridge door
Shoes kicked off in the night
And I don't have the love to sink.

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