I breathe

cold tile is strangely comforting
when I am wearing nothing

the cracked mirror
and rivets of blood
whisper “we know what you did last night”

empty pill bottles
angry bruises


whisper, whisper, whisper

and yet,
I breathe

I see the sun through heavy drapes
and I wonder
about last night

Reviews

[terry smith]

As I have said before, I could read you all day!!

[That_Guy]

instantly hooked at the first two lines. and stuck around for the journey through the rest, thanks for the ride

[Elizabeth]

Thank you for coming along with me :)

[Pickleby Davies]

I love it because no matter what you might have done life still goes on...no matter how much you do don't want it to.

[Derek S.Keck]

You know what it is that I really like about your work? I love that its so honest and you hold nothing back that makes all the difference between so so and genius.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A moment of weakness is a naturally human condition... then we move on and live in the next moment.

[paul]

the thing about cold tile is, that you feel it. stark feeling

another miraculous poem.