Morning after filth

Morning after filth

She woke up with burns and gashes all over.
Blinked one too many times.
Sweat emerged from her temples to her nape.
And she inhaled the fumes — the very same
wildfire that burned her.
One gulp and she knew — the taste
of alcohol stood there in her tongue
Release a sigh and blow off the cobwebs
Of nearly a decade of slumber.
The embers glowed like the sunset.

It has been a while since she last saw
the hearth burned — since she last burned.
Inside and out.

“Stop thinking,” he said.
She realized she has only done exactly that
right when it was over.
But nothing began really.

She only remembered dancing
in the dark
in the arms of a man
who could speak the truth
but never set her free.
She only remembered sailing
across the sea
afloat with a vessel
that could make her feel safe
but never loved.

She woke up drowned in fire.
Blinked one too many times.
Sweat emerged from her temples to her nape.
And she inhaled the fumes — the very same
scent of poison.
One gulp and she knew — the taste
of him inside her.
Release a sigh and wash off the filth
Of nearly a forever of never’s
That did not last the night.

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