Morning After Mess

couple-head-on-belly Photo : Alanna Bagladi

 

Shattered glass lay shimmering across the floor,

Water and roses neighbor every

Mistake found in piece

After piece

Of glass.

 

Wooden panels, side by side,

Creak under soft footsteps.

A bottle of wine,

Emptied,

Sits on the window sill.

 

On the kitchen counter

A spoon rests besides a mug,

Lipstick stains the side.

Coffee filters strewn on the granite,

Falter in the soft breeze.

A window is cracked open slightly.

Sunlight hits the curtains in the corner,

They sway

Inch by inch.

 

On the side table

An ash tray sits idly,

Embers dusting the interior.

A clock stands still.

Below

A dress shirt,

Tick

Belt,

Tock

Blouse,

Tick

Skirt,

Tock

Jeans,

Tick

Heels,

Tock

Bra,

Tick.

Are scattered across the neighboring carpet.

 

A young man sleeps

Stretched out among the mess

His arms and legs victim to the cool breeze;

Torso and chest sheltered by

A blanket.

 

Tissues are crumpled,

White stained with black

Dispersed

Between wooden panels and

Soft carpet–

The countertop,

Tabletop,

The leather couch.

 

The door is locked,

And the lights are off

But this room is very much awake.

Becky Harrison : Certified klutz, free spirited, go-get-em goof ball. Loves writing poetry and the beach. Strong believer in bucket lists.
Becky Harrison : Certified klutz, free spirited, go-get-em goof ball. Loves writing poetry and the beach. Strong believer in bucket lists.
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