The Morning After Fight
I really have no idea.
By Zoe MullenPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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I’m hollowed out
Filled with hollow bones.
I just want to feel nothing
Even though all I feel is everything
Replaying, replaying, replay again and again
Damn! Please stop
In my head I am stuck
So pinned hard to the dense ground.
Tell me, if that ever happens again
How am I to live with myself?
Even now what am I supposed to do?
I’m so alone now and I’m not okay.
Questioning questions on top of top.
Waking up with bright sunshine and groggy eyes.
Stepping slowly to the kitchen,
Standing there twirling my spoon in my coffee
While staring off into a blurry abyss.
This is it.
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About the Creator
Zoe Mullen
I like to write poetry that is both sad and funny. I'm also a great comedian.
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