The Morning After the Fun
you could see
it in her eyes
the night before
was lingering
into late morning
the pain of one
too many
bad choices
pounding
her young body
with each step
each burning
lungful of cold air
she passed me
on the footpath
while the city
screams
scratched
at her soul
&
bashed
bashed
bashed
at her brain
with her handbag
bigger than the dress
she had on
she was one
hell
of a mess
just another
party wreck
Copyright © Harry Rout | Year Posted 2007
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