The Morning Post

Written by: Robyn-Jade Hosking

Friendless is the dawn
And as forgiving as a lover wronged
Her breath is cold as corpse fingers

Clutching those, our final letters
Every morning
I open the box to your dead lust eyes

Send me an empty page
And I will mark it with a single smudged truth
Though I prefer to type, it does not reveal me

Friendless is the dawn
And deceitful as a lover wronged
Her heart is cold as the naked sheet

The hatch slams shut
Until tomorrow
I do not touch the bills