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Click hereEarly in the dark of morning,
I lay awake in a bed that isn’t mine.
Tangled in strange sheets,
That smell like our sex.
You surround me still
Your body’s heat lingers in the bed
Your touch still inside my skin.
I think of all the words I swallow.
Unwilling to quickly leave these spaces
I whisper them into the depression you left
Hot slick on my tongue
Words fall like droplets into the sheets I will never sleep on again.
This that is between us I can barely touch
Or shape in my hands
A thumb bruise colors my cheek.
Later, in the glaring bathroom mirror,
Travel soaps on the counter next to my lipstick
Soldiers in a line,
I tap concealer on my skin.
And once again become invisible.
Part of the rest of the world
Your memory sleeps in the bed.
But prehaps adding some punctuation to this piece would help the flow. I love the free verse and the imaginary was excellent! Thanks for the read, Dana
It deserves a little more work.
*no thermometer rating
but a couple of line breaks and some seriously missing punctuation made it harder to hear than it needed to be. Consider dropping the initial caps, and reworking the punctuation at bit. Your poem deserves it.
Still, a nice read.