It's a New Day

Fizz.

There goes the bubbles of your cola.

Splash one, splash two, three hundred droplets down

Pathetic, do you hear the depressing background viola?

Like a fool, you watch the cup tumble to the ground.

 

Get up. Move on.

It's half past 9am, it's time go,

It's half past 9 years since he died,

It's half past the moment you became a widow.

You're pitiful, just lying there.

 

Mourning.

No, not this morning.

You're ducts are worn from shedding tears.

Just rip off that shiny ring that you keep as a warning

He's six feet under, he's gone, and you know it's time to go.

 

Black.

You choose black.

Perhaps to match the bags under your eyes?

End your sorrows before you finally crack,

And just break into color before it's too late.

 

Scrape.

The loops scrape as you drag open your curtains, faded pattern argyle

You let the light break through, it's a start

And you crack the corners of your mouth, it's a smile

And you let your skin soak up the beams because, well, it's a new day.

Comments

Oceana

I simply loved the part where you said that

"Black.

You choose black.

Perhaps to match the bags under your eyes?"

This line really speaks out to me. It says that this person is lacking sleep because of they're grief

and that they are trying to suppress it.

sapplyrs

"And you crack the corners of your mouth, it's a smile"
I like the way you describe the smile, not giving away what it was she was doing till the end.

rockypoet

Thank you!!

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