quiet mornings in apartment 308

The building was quiet
except for the buzz of a neighbor's television
and the cigarette smoke that lingered
and slipped under one apartment door,
making its poisonous way under others.
The girl rolled over, underneath cream sheets
and white, knit blankets
and rubbed her makeup infested eyes.
Her messy hair and her stumbling walk 
made it out to the small kitchen,
where she poured old, cold coffee
into her cup. And she sat at the table,
just in her T-shirt, and she gazed
out the window, into the winter sunshine,
and she sat there,
ghostly,
not thinking
not thinking
not thinking,
not even thinking about the cold, hollowed lamps
or the cup of dusty water.

Reviews

[shawnt5604]

really enjoyed this one, look forward to reading more :)

[Michelle N. H.]

It's nicely descriptive and therefore vivid. I sensed coldness, and I saw the color grey everywhere as I went through the lines. I really enjoyed the gloomy feel to this poem.

[Hazel B S]

I really like this, it creates a really nice feel and mood, it's great, keep it up :)