5.22.2023 - Bitter
/5.22.2023
Bitter
The house is silent with the sunrise, -
Coffee bitter with extra cream, -
Cheerios taste of ash, -
But they always do anyway -
So it hardly bears attention. -
Shivering shoulders flutter, -
Inside the moth-eaten robe. -
The pale hands wrapped, -
Around the cup, like bones. -
Knuckles bruised, -
Skin split, -
Face gaunt, -
Alone, -
The bitterness ebbs,
And finally, -
Free.
