9:48 A.M.

what happens the morning after

9:48 A.M.

Fanta sunrise

Drips through the shades

Painting the walls in geometrics

Outside the cool mountain air slowly simmers, building to mid-day boil

I

Lay cross-wise in an endless daze

While memories of last night flutter past like playing cards

The iron grip of pain and confusion creeps up my sheets

But is overridden by the urge to pee

I

Rise, and while I stand over the rim

The left side of my dehydrated brain says to the right side,

“What the hell happened?”

The right side remains mute

so I begin my morning

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

wildly captivating ~ especially the view from hear watching it all from a male POV~the cinematic quality is a fluid in B&W with a burst of orange~ red suits on playing card~ the feel is definetly Dali~esque~ surreal as must be the morning after . . . .

[Brad]

hahahaah...that must have been a hell of a night...loved the descriptives:

"Fanta sunrise

Drips through the shades

Painting the walls in geometrics"

i really dig your style of writing