Morning & Recovery

[Cheldoll]

I find myself here embracing
the rim of the bathroom sink:

Eyes fixed on the bowl — on anything other
than the lashes covered
in charcoal black mascara
blinking back, above tongue licking dry lips.

"What a pretty little thing,"
mouthed smirking lips
spoke condescending grins
"Just a lovely darling,"
leered strange faces
in stranger places I was not supposed to be

And yet to trace the path of tapwater now
would only be to tease out
that sinking feeling,
drowning
down the drain.

i could start to be okay
if i should turn the faucet off
exactly the way a victim wouldn't

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So yeah, this is a poem of mine, inspired by Paul's "that vague, sinking feeling that the world is passing you by."
...don't know what else to say about it.