Cardboard Cutout

Take time in morning to breathe in vodka fumes,

Enough to assess damage and open new bottles,

Escape from collection of bruises marking paths

Along bodies and pull teeth from bloody lips with

Aching lungs.  Push through it with music blasting in ears,

Rose petals littered with thorns and hate fueled words.

Shaking knees to breathe life to memories of night.

Sleeping forms scattered throughout, curled on floor

Here and there.  Blood trails to burst noses and

yet another break up.  Shivers running under skin,

Commence the search for clothes that is more than

Someone else’s jacket and knickers dangerously close

To ripping.  Piece together fractured moments

Leaving jagged edges on show, mental notes

To write each one down later, and display to all

Your state of mind.