Morning Light (Repost August 2016)

​Black and white lace
And sunlight slowly bleeds through
Creeping down the wall
With spider legs
Then skittering under the bed
Morning comes quietly
On the weekend
Cautiously shining its light
On the remnants of broken hearts and body parts
The morning after
When magic is no longer recalled
And sobriety, the perfect alarm
To move people
When lost in sea of sloppy hands and half whispers

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2 thoughts on “Morning Light (Repost August 2016)

  1. A brilliant description of the morning after. I really enjoyed the image of sunlight creeping down the wall with spider legs. Magic occurs in moments and when we are hung-over, that magic doesn’t carry the same weight. Great write!

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