04-30-2019, 07:48 AM
Ode to Silence
This is how you know she's truly pissed,
wrapped in blankets meant for two,
backside unapologetically stares pass
your bloodshot eyes, misfiring brain, even the wall.
Tongue, heavy as a hammer, slowly lifts,
bangs against roof of mouth
gone dry from loneliness,
only to fall flat with a slurred, “Sorry.”
Then you decide to turn away from her,
the still air seems to turn amber,
sleep arrives easier than the last time-
at least it'll be quiet for tomorrow's hangover.
This is how you know she's truly pissed,
wrapped in blankets meant for two,
backside unapologetically stares pass
your bloodshot eyes, misfiring brain, even the wall.
Tongue, heavy as a hammer, slowly lifts,
bangs against roof of mouth
gone dry from loneliness,
only to fall flat with a slurred, “Sorry.”
Then you decide to turn away from her,
the still air seems to turn amber,
sleep arrives easier than the last time-
at least it'll be quiet for tomorrow's hangover.
Time is the best editor.