Free verse № 49408
Bitter Breakfast
honeyed sunrises
now lemon
before I left
before you left
before we left
with Things Unsaid
with the door open
and the flies settled on our untouched breakfast
and cleared away the evidence of what we had
when there were words
when there were back rubs
instead of broken glasses
and orange juice bleeding into the carpet
matted with our heavy footsteps
and weighted glances
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when there "were" words?
hornless squid-beak
now putrid
after I left
after you left
after we left
it stuffed behind the sofa on a hot, hot day
and I in pyjamas for the heat.
and the flies settled on it
and cleared away the evidence of what we had (done)
but not before there were words
and back rubs
taking place on top of it
like some sort of revolting omelette topping
matted with gravy
and weighted egglingtons.
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