Chrysalis

by D.   Dec 17, 2018


The sunrise is blushing pink,
seeping through gaps in the curtains;

My eyes are drunken,
bloodshot -

Where did you go?
What did I say?

I don’t know which has
left me dehydrated,
where this stale and
sour taste in my
mouth is from -

all of me is
strewn across
my bedroom
floor.

The brag of
my heart is
upto my throat,
it is no Plath-like
reminder of
my being -

its speed is just a
rampant rumour,

between steady
murmurs.

You wished me goodnight
a final time, and turned off the
light.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Ya----Na

    Daniel I wanted to nominate this poem but I missed it. I loved this poem so much. Glad to see it is nominated. Nice flow, well penned.

  • 5 years ago

    by Hellon

    I thought this had some dead-pan humour to it...the hangover..the thoughts that waken us up to wonder WFT did I do/say last night...I figure we've all done that at some point :)

    Where did you go?
    What did I say?

    I would probably have added...what was your name again? Just to be authentic :)

  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    Oh the morning after...the regrets of a time ill spent...????

  • 5 years ago

    by Michael

    Nice imagery fella, and I feel hung-over after reading ;)
    an arid piece of writing
    M :)

    • 5 years ago

      by D.

      Haha, I was hungover when I wrote it so I’m glad I could share my experience!

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