morning globs
keep my eyelids half-open,
sexy remnants of a too-hard sleep
cotton mouth,
gin breath,
ingredients for romance at 11, Bob...
we have mixed, and shaken
and put it on ice...
jewelry punctures,
as limbs try to reanimate,
a slow realization seeps in,
I did not make this journey alone,
but must make this escape
gentle shift of the bed
as I turn to the left and bolt,
grabbing shoes and a jacket
as I fumble at the door
down the hall, creep down the stairs
please God, let me out of here.
if you do, I'll never do this again
he was my best friend,
now
my
secret
cuervo induced,
permanently suppressed
Author notes
prompt the best friend i've ever slept with
A contest entry
- the best friend that i've ever slept with by sheltered.
700 points, ended December 20, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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i don't know
this is a little jerky in rhythm
although the words and theme are on -
yup
that morning after feeling described to a T
nicely done
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